Star Crossed Haters [EDITING]

Longing

*Dan's pov* 

Pain shoots up from my leg, my lungs burn and my heart aches. My legs like wobbly jelly. I pause, and inhale, each breath scraping my throat. I hear voices, and hide behind the wall. 

"There has been several complications, Magnus must be taken to be healed." 

"Where?" 

"To our sanctuary, of course." storm replies 

I stare ahead blankly, the words being spoken unheard, the only thing I can hear is the pouding of my heart and the pessimistic thoughts puhsing through. I decide to not linger, and head back to my room. I enter, and the curtain flutters in the light zephyr. I exhale dramatically, in this room, Magnus and I share so many memories. A pang of misery stabs at my chest. I collapse onto my bed, back slamming against the matress and the springs rebounding. I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling.  

I don't know how long later, every minute feeling like an hour, but a knock is at the door. The clip-clop of heels could only mean one thing: Kravitz.

I groan "Come in," elongating the "I" 

"They're taking Magnus to a sanctuary- Dan, are you okay?" Concern creeping into her voice. Yep, I was right. 

"Yeah. Just tired." I attempt to blow the strand of hair in my face out of the way. 

"S-sure. Anyways, if you ever need to talk, you can come to me. I'll be there," I turn over to my left side, and feel hollow and numb inside. But like all anaesthetics, after a certain amount of time, there will be pain. 

Magnus and I walk under the picturesque night sky. The sky is velvet black, with twinkling stars scattered across. The sand shifts uneasily under our feet as we tread lightly, and you can hear the tide coming in and going out continuosly, soothingly. I kick a few stones and pebbles on the way before, gazing into Magnus's magenta eyes.

"Wow, you're not wearing your mask, Magnus!"I exclaim

"I don't wear it all the time, Dan." He mumbles, shoving his hands deep into his purple hoodie.

"You're even calling me Dan!"

"If you want I can go back to yelling at you and-"

"OKAYY, no no. I like this Magnus better. You know, the one without attitude." 

*** 

The next day

I sit up in bed, and my hand wanders to my eye. A malicious gang of cloud gang up outside the window, keeping an eye on the academy and adding to my misery. My eyes are wet, and I realise I was crying in my sleep. 

"Dan! Come on, you have to go!" Crystal Blue, Kurin, Aay and Riot bang at the door in unison. Like they had been for the past five minutes. 

"No," I groan, "Fuck off." 

The door bursts open and I grab the pillow I was clutching onto a second ago and hurled it. The door shuts, and four pairs of feet retreat.

"DANIEL KOUZO! YOU MUST COME OUT AT THIS INSTANCE." Philomena snaps. My feet drag me out of bed, I rub my head while standing before the faculty, half asleep. 

"What?" I mumble, the warm and comfortable sheets beckoning me. 

"Look, despite everything that has happened, you are still expected to carry on as normal. No exceptions." I fold my arms across my chest, something deep within me stirring. "Stupid fucking rulesmatchs with the hag of a Headteacher." 

Philomena opens her mouth,

"That kind of language, specifically used towards a teacher is UNACCEPTABLE!" She roars, and Kravitz rests a hand on her shoulder. 

"Look, I understand that you're going through some tough times. I heard about what Magnus said and everything. We would allow it, be this must not be used as an excuse to miss class. This will be once, and once only." 

"Thank you," I mutter before escaping 

I exhale in relief. I sit on the floor, staring blankly ahead. A familiar tune pops into my mind, the one and same that was playing during our. . . Confession. I still remember the pounding of my heart and the way my cheeks flushed. I sprawled out on the floor. He took my hand and walked back inside. Then, a soft love song came on, and we rush to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around my back, and I buried my head in his chest. We swayed back and forth in sync with the serene melody. Heat rushed to my cheeks. A tear of bliss escaped the corner of my eyes. Our hands fit together perfectly, just like our souls. I crave his touch. I turn my head and notice a book stashed under his bed. I reach for it, a newfound energy. I blow the dust off of the cover. I scroll through the pages. 

Your enticing eyes, 

Your smile radiates joy, 

You are a blessing.

A crimson hue creeps up on my cheeks and my jaw hangs open. I trace my finger over the words, fuzzy feelings embellishing me. 

"I bought you lunch." a familiar monotone voice mumbles

Crystal Blue brought the tray in and leaves it there. I glance at the food, Mac and cheese. Mac and cheese. . . Mac and cheese? The paleness of the cheese scattered across the pasta. Usually, I love food. Today, no. 

Today I just don't feel like eating.