one shots.

All I Want.

Her breathing was slow, yet heavy. How has she ended up here? She thought about that a lot. Half of her told her to face reality, to just leave. But the other half reminded her of all the good times.

She looked up, his perfect face staring right back at her. His hazel eyes stared into hers, even under the moonlight she could see their small glimmer. But soon enough, he was finished with her, and he plopped his body right beside her, not even giving her another glance. This was their nightly routine. Did he really love her like he said he did? Slowly turning her head of black locks, his back faced her. She made out the tattoos he'd had for years, admiring them. They'd become accustomed to her by how many times she'd seen them. They never talked, not anymore. Other than the occasional "how was work?" Which was replied with "it was alright" not even a simple "I love you" was ever said.

Facing the ceiling once more, tears brimmed her green eyes. They cascaded down her naturally pale face, and she didn't care. She was still in love with him, madly. But it was clear to see it was the complete opposite for him. His breaths were even and soft, which meant he had drifted off into a deep sleep. Slowly sitting up, she let the cool summer air hit her bare skin before standing and patting her feet against the hardwood floor. Their balcony door was wide open, allowing the warm air to travel in. Taking a seat in one of the two seats that accompanied the space, she brought her legs up to her chest, resting her chin on them. Her thin satin dress rode up, but she didn't care. No one could see her, anyways. The small chirps of crickets kept her company as she sat in thought.

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"Oh, um. Excuse me, do you happen to know where the nearest library is?", his deep voice startled the twenty year old, causing her to look up from her coffee. He stood there, a small smile on his face. His hair was slicked back, sides shaved. She cleared her throat before setting her drink down. "Yeah, it's three blocks down from here." She answered sheepishly, a shy smile appearing on her glowing face.

He sent her a smile back, "would you mind showing me the way? If you aren't busy."

Thinking for a moment, she finally sent him a slow nod, "yeah, sure. I'm Lauren, by the way." She stood, holding her book close in one hand, and her cup of coffee in the other.

"Well, Lauren.. You're very beautiful. I'm Justin", he watched as her smile grew before the two began walking out of the small coffee shop.

As they walked the busy streets, she snuck a glance at him before finally saying, "you could have asked anyone in there for directions, why me?"

He stayed silent before looking at her with a sheepish grin, "to be completely honest? I was just at the library, and on my way home. But I saw you and, I just had to make up some excuse to talk to you."

Her eyes lit up, and she looked away, her smiling remaining.

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The soft breeze hit her body, causing her to shiver softly. Lauren looked towards the doors, contemplating going back in or not. Her lips pursed into a thin line before standing and walking towards the wooden railing. Her long hair cascaded down, covering most of her chest. It was peaceful that night, the city of Los Angeles' lights beamed below her, and it was beautiful. For a quick second, she forgot where she was before she felt a presence behind her. Her head slowly glanced back, and there he stood. He bared only a pair of grey sweats, but he looked confused.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Just, thinking..", she replied softly, still watching him. "About us", she added in.

Justin walked over to her, but stayed silent. Her breathing hitched, this was the most talking they'd done in months.

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