Petals

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first—hi again!

a lot of people said petals so I decided to update tht first— i'll be getting around to others and maybe rewriting some other things.

I hope you guys enjoy this one.

i wanna hear ur thoughts so comment!!

tired eyes opened to meet the all familiar pink canopy above her head. her eyes slowly opened and closed, they felt heavy—but not nearly as heavy as her heart. the events from just a few hours ago played in her head over and over.

the yelling, the feeling of her father gripping her as he spilled his god awful secret;

he never truly even intended to love onika.

little onika never had a chance at earning his respect, or grace.

waiting for it would be like waiting for water to mix with oil.

"stop thinking so loud." she heard that famialr raspy voice whisper. onika smiled to herself just for a moment—beyonce was such a mind reader. she turned her head against her pillow, just to be met with those sparkly hazel eyes.

"how could you tell?" onika whispered to ask, beyonce told her—as if it was common knowledge—as if she was that easy to read and comprehend.

or maybe beyonce just took her time.

"when you're nervous you almost stop breathing. when you're sleeping you breath peacefully, your chest stopped rising and falling and it let me know you weren't even trying to sleep anymore." she muttered, reaching to tuck a curl behind onika's ear. her fingers graced her cheek, onika could feel the heat begin to rise in them—

but just like that the blonde had retracted her hand and tucked it right underneath of her own head again; still staring at onika with those eyes. they were dark as of right now, as if something was swarming in them.

"what time is it?" the midnight haired beauty asked, beyonce answered, not even actually checking the time.

"around 7am."

onika briefly wondered how much sleep she had gotten if she knew all of this so easily.

onika stared back at her, opening her mouth and closing it over and over—wanting to say something—but not knowing how to phrase it—beyonce watched those perfect eyebrows scrunch up and aid in onika's now pinched expression. she chuckled a bit, the girl was so cute—getting annoyed at herself for just not speaking?

"what are you trying to say?" the blonde inquired, onika sighed, "it's not what I want to say it's what I want to do."

beyonce suddenly sat up, resting her elbow on onika's pillow. still maintaining eye contact, if onika wasn't so trapped in this conversation she'd be squirming at the look beyonce was giving her.

the blonde always provided onika with he full attention and it was a little bit scary.

she opened her mouth to speak—but again—it was hard to articulate what she wanted to do. "I just want to—relax. i want to be productive but relax—is that possible?" she asked hesitantly, beyonce met her nervous expression and pout with her usual grin,

"so a hobby?" she asked, wanting to giggle at onika's words. she over complicated everything. onika rolled her eyes,

"way to simplify. but yes. a hobby." 

onika began to sit up in her bed, but beyoncés immediately held her back by her waist. butterflies were born in her lower tummy.

"you should eat first,"