'I do not mind the rain sometimes
'Cause that's the only way the roses bloom
In my mind, when I cry, when I cry
That's the only way the roses bloom'
-'Rain' Grandson, Jessie Reyez
| THE BEAR S1-? |
( F!oc x M!oc )
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BARBIE SIGHED AS SHE LOOKED at the sleeping figure beside her. Having wished that the man would've left in the middle of the night to avoid the awkwardness of the following morning. She pushed the duvet off her naked body and grabbed the shirt and underwear that beside her bed. Having been thrown there carelessly the night prior in a drunken mess.
She sat on the edge of her bed. Rubbing her face tiredly.
When she moved her hands away, her eyes locked on the photo frame that sat comfortably on her bedside table. Right beside an empty bottle of water and a lamp.
A soft smile unconsciously graced her face as she reached over to grab it. Feeling the wood under her fingers as she brought it closer to herself. Her eyes scanning the two people in the photo.
Her and Enzo Bianchi.
They were about eighteen in the photo. Standing side by side. Their height difference less obvious than it truly was due to Barbie standing up on her tip-toes and Enzo having bend his knees, meeting her half-way. She was grinning from ear to ear. Whilst Enzo was pretending to frown, but there was nothing other than genuine happiness in his eyes as he was glancing towards the blonde.
She missed him dearly.
Having last seen him almost three months ago.
Her last view of him being in his bed. Fast asleep. His dark hair covering his face until she had reached over and gently pushed back the strands. His lips slightly parted. Eyelashes kissing his cheeks. His breathing even and she could see his chest rising up and down under the duvet, his chest slightly exposed. The night before had been something that she had been wanting for a long time. Fearing that it would ruin their friendship though. But now that she was leaving for New York, she had thought that it could be a way of saying goodbye. Two people simply saying a long, loving goodbye.
She knew it didn't mean anything to him. After all, they were just friends.
So she tried to push that night out of her mind.
But she couldn't.
It made her miss him more than ever.
And it made her feel guilty when she found herself in a similar position with other people in her bed. Men or women alike. It made her feel as if she was being unfaithful. Despite not being together. Despite not even having talked about that night. It seemed to her that he was trying to forget it. So, she tried too.
Her thumb reached over, gently stroking Enzo's face on the photograph in her hands. Her heart tightening in her chest.
Being too engrossed in the photograph, she didn't even feel the man beside her stirring until he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of her neck.
"We should do this again," He said, his raspy voice mumbling against her skin.
She sighed, squirming under his touch, "Maybe."
"Maybe?" He asked in disbelief, pulling away to look at her.
"I'm just really busy," She told him, shrugging, "Fashion week and all. So...Better get goin'."
He watched her as she placed the photograph back onto the bedside cabinet before she reached down and grabbed his shirt from the floor. Wordlessly passing it to him. He watched her with a look of shock on his face, but took the shirt and climbed off of the bed. Barbie didn't even look his way. Keeping her eyes cast down on her exposed knees as she heard the unknown man shuffling around the room before he left. Slamming the door shut on his way out.
She sighed and threw herself back onto the bed. Her arms splaying out.
"What have you done to me, Enzo Bianchi?" She muttered. Closing her eyes as images of Enzo flashed behind her eyelids. She groaned in annoyance before grabbing her pillow and shoving it onto her face, letting out a frustrated scream into it.
