Oblivious

25 // Magnetic force

Morosis
(n.) stupidest of stupidities

-Elijah-

It takes 3 minutes and 46 seconds for Elora to come outside. Not that I was counting.

She doesn't look at me straight away and when she finally does my stomach drops. Her eyes are red.

I'm off my car and grabbing her face in my hands before I have time to blink.

Why the fuck has she been crying? More importantly who the fuck made her cry?

She stares up at me, all wide eyed and my stomach flutters. I ignore it. "Why are you crying?"

She opens her mouth slightly, but doesn't say anything, closes it and gulps and I realise I'm not getting any answers from her.

So I drop her face, grabbing her hand as I stand in front of her, blocking her from the girls as I glare at them. There's a feeling flowing through my veins that makes me want to watch them crumble. Makes me want to see them hurt because how fucking dare they make her cry.

My Elora.

"Why the fuck is she crying?" It comes out harsh and rough because I'm angry. The blonde one, who I'm going to call blondie because for the life of me I can't remember her name, rolls her eyes at me and peeks around my shoulder to see Elora.

"I told you." She smiles at Elora, I narrow my eyes. Daze giggles from behind me and I soften slightly. Not completely because her eyes are still red and there's still a feeling of dread going through me.

"Elijah." I turn to face her. Probably too fast but I don't care. "I'm okay."

Ignoring the two girls who begin whispering between themselves, I turn to face her fully. Rubbing my thumb along the outside of her hand I use my free hand to grasp her waist, pulling her closer. Needing the contact.

"Why are you crying daze?" Her face softens. I soften. I can't look her in the eyes, not when they're red from crying so instead I resort to staring at her lips as she speaks.

"It's nothing, okay? I just got a bit emotional and I don't want to talk about it." I narrow my eyes at her and she squeezes my hand. "Was it them? Because I swear if they said or did something to you..."

She cuts me off, I don't point it out. "It wasn't them."

"Swear." I make eye contact, no longer being able to stare at her lips because it makes me feel fuzzy.  In a sort of daze that almost has me leaning in.

She grins up at me. Parts inside of me click together. "Pinkie promise."

She holds her pinkie up, I roll my eyes before linking my pinkie with hers. She kisses her side, giving me time to kiss mine before dropping our hands. Pinkies still linked.

She stares up at me, I stare down at her. Feeling sort of faint. Out of breathe.

She beautiful. Effortlessly. Even now when she's standing in front me, bare face, hair up in a messy bun, a few lose hairs out to frame her face, in an oversized shirt.

I don't think it's possible for her to not look beautiful.

The girls say goodbye behind me, she doesn't break our stare, mutters a goodbye as her eyes drift to my lips. Unconsciously my tongue darts out to wet them. I follow her lead, my own eyes drifting over her delicate features and down to her lips.

Hers part slightly, as if on autopilot I lean down.

Almost like a pull is taking over me. Some magnetic force pulling me to her.