Oblivious

34 // Okay and great

Forelsket
(n.) the eurphoria you experience when you are first falling in love

-Elora-

I can't remember what it feels like to breath.

It's not important. I'm not longer under the assumption oxygen is what I need to survive.

Somehow during the breathless kisses, crocked smiles, and laboured breathing that has taken place during the last 10 minutes of my life my brain has rewired its self.

Oxygen is no longer what I rely on to breathe. Elijah is.

My brain has been reprogrammed.

There's no going back from this.

Elijah pulls away again. Takes a breath. Chest rising and falling unevenly. Breathing irregular.

But he's smiling and I'm smiling and I don't want this to end.

Ever.

And I think this may be my favourite moment with him.

Here, me sat on his lap, his arms around me, both of us smiling like we have everything worth smiling for.

Elijah leans his forehead on mine, our noses touching, breaths interfusing and mixing, entangling and intertwining. "God Daze, you have no idea how long I've waited for this."

"I think I have a rough idea." Elijah smiles at me, closes his eyes, I lean in again.

"Elora, there you are."

My head snaps away from Elijah's, who groans underneath me, turns his head to face the person who interrupted us, glares at them.

I turn too to see Nils making his way towards us.

And despite the fact I'm severely disappointed he interrupted us I can't be mad.

Not when he looks this sad.

"You okay Nils?" Elijah snaps his head towards me, glaring at me like I've done something wrong.

I ignore him, watching as Nils slumps into the space beside Elijah.

Elijah groans, an annoyed groan that doesn't sound half as good as the one he released earlier, and leans his head on my shoulder, whispers "Tell him to fuck off."

Intertwining my fingers at the base of his neck, I tug at his hair slightly. He groans again, a better sounding one. "He's sad."

"I don't care." Pulling my head away, I tap the back of his head slightly but Elijah just grins at me in return.

Nils sighs, it's a sad sigh, one that I know too well.

It's sad and it's deep and it's heavy. So heavy it seems to settle itself into the darkest part of my stomach, eating away at my sides until all that is left is the remnants of feelings I thought I buried.

Feelings that are as sad and deep and heavy as that sigh.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Twirling the ends of Elijah's hair between my fingers I watch as Nils bites his bottom lip when it quivers.