Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Toska (n.) a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish
Twenty-eight ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Arabella
"Give me your hand." Flint hold his hand for me to take, already standing on the roof, a blanket spread out under his feet, a few pillows dusted around the area.
"What if I slip?" I wonder, dangling my legs over the edge of his windowsill. Scared to move.
"I'll catch you." Flint shrugs like it's that simple and even the possible thought of me falling and him not catching me is unthinkable.
"I'm scared." I confess. Never having told Flint of my fear of heights.
Flint narrows his eyes, aggressively shakes his hand out for me to take but I only stare at it. "You weren't scared last night when you tried to climb out."
"I wasn't in the right mind last night."
"Arabella," Flint huffs, reaching out and grabbing my hand. "I didn't set this all up for you to back out."
He did put a lot of effort in. Stole Greys blanket, Blu and Navy's pillows. And Sterlings candle so we could see better.
"If I fall and die it's your fault." I warn him, allowing him to put his hands on my waist as he lifts me onto the roof.
"I'll be sure to cry everyday." He pats my head with a patronising smile as he takes a seat on the blanket, lays back to rest his head on the pillows.
Laying down beside him, my fingers dusting against his, I tilt my head up to face the sky.
We came out at just the right time. Not complete darkness to the point we can't even see each other, but dark enough so all we can see is each other. And the million of blinking stars staring down at us.
"Don't you think it's pretty?" I ask, turning my head to face the boy next to me.
He blinks a few times, seems to come out of some sort of trances, tilts his head to face me, a small barely there smile gracing him. "Sure."
He's lying. He's not enjoying this one bit. But he's still out here with me, and he's not complaining in the slightest. And that means everything.
Everything and more. I don't think he'll ever understand how much this moment means to me. Which is stupid and sad since this shouldn't be that big of a deal. But it is to me.
