I FEEL SORT OF
T E M P O R A R Y
ABOUT MYSELF.
.
at some point i fall asleep
waking up with warmth beside me.
at first i have no desire to look
although it's comforting
to not be alone.
i open my eyes,
sunlight shimmering
through the blinds,
illuminating the paleness of
liam's skin.
the flowers slowly wilting.
i smile sadly.
a shriveled up petal had fallen onto
my chest.
i pick it up between my fingertips
what does this represent,
to me?
my life?
my heart?
i drop it down as he stirs quietly.
"zayn told me what happened."
his voice is choked with sleep.
"you're very warm."
he says, a soft smile lingers
on his lips.
i don't say anything.
but fond memories dance around my
head of max and i
like this.
talking for hours.
whether tears were staining or face
or smiles were hurting our cheeks.
it feels so good.
to have something that you've been deprived of
for so long.
.
we lay like this for a while.
silence
is
sometimes
fulfilling.
"you're the only person
who's been my best
friend before."
liam whispers softly,
we had moved,
now were each on our side,
facing each other.
this causes me to smile,
i'm
glad
i
can
make
others
happy.
YOU ARE READING
HURRICANE
Fanfiction[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders...
