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...
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Pregret (v.) to know what you're about to do is wrong, while also knowing you will do it anyway
Fifty-two ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Arabella
I keep my movements slow and cautious, not wanting to startle him.
"Hi." I whisper a foot away. Flint swivels around instantly, his mouth opening and closing as he tries and fails to complete a sentence. Confusion etching his pretty features as his mind works over time trying to figure out how I'm here and why.
"What are you doing here?" He questions, tone rough and harsh, though I don't take it to heart. Knowing he's only worried about my safety by the way his eyes keep bouncing between me and the door, waiting for his father to magically reappear.
"I don't get a hi back?" I tease, trying to lighten the mood, knowing his father is long gone by now and the rest of the house is empty.
Flint softens in his stance. Only a little bit, the slightest of movements. Barley noticeable. But his shoulders sag and a small smile graces his lips. "Hi Bells."
Grinning I take a few more steps forward until I'm able to lean my head on his chest and breathe in the familiar musk of his scent. Flints arms circle around my waist instantaneously, made to fit. "Why are you here?"
"Missed you."
Flint takes a deep breath, inhales the sent of my hair, pulls me impossibly closer, afraid to let go even a little bit as he whispers back. "Missed you more."
Pulling back slightly I press a kiss to the end of his nose, swallow the lump that appears in my throat at the sight of his fresh bruises. My arms tighten around his waist, head buried in his chest as I try and fail to crawl between his ribs.
One more night.
Am I selfish for wanting one more night? To hold him a little longer. To have the opportunity to breathe him in. Commit him to memory and wish with everything in me he doesn't hate me when he wakes.
One more night.
One more night then I'll betray his trust and tear us apart and hope he doesn't hate me for eternity.
But if my hoping and praying goes to waste and I'm left alone in a world where Flint wants nothing to do with me then I'll accept that.
I can deal with him hating me if it means he's safe.
But I'm a selfish person. And I want him to remember me. To own a part of him as he does me.
