GlassHeart Oneshots

It seems like more than distance between us...

This whole fic is in Chloe's POV.

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I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling thinking about how close Red and I are. It made me happy thinking about it. Thinking about how we would lay together, so close our bodies left no room for escape; our chests pressed firmly against one another's, noses touching, her hand locked in mine palm to palm with the pulses in our wrists matching a beat. Our legs intertwined, toes touching underneath the sheets. The short quick breaths I take whilst tasting her lips that felt just like the inside of a Rose, our free hands resting upon the others cheek taking breaks to stare into each others eyes lovingly, side by side any time of day that we were alone together.

No space, not even a single gap in our embrace. Everything is sweet. We hadn't stopped loving each other since the moment we got together, so how come when I reach my fingers out to touch her now it seems like more than distance between us?

I look over at Red, she's faced away from me as if sleeping but I know she's not by her breathing pattern. I want nothing more than to hold her, to have her hold me but though she was right next to me she couldn't feel more far away.

I couldn't ignore the fact that this wasn't just a today feeling. It had been like this for 3 weeks. No kisses, No eye contact, No touch, No conversation. Everything was different, and I didn't know how it happened or when.

I hadn't even noticed the change in our relationship until 2 weeks ago when Red had asked me to sleep in my own bed. No explanation just a demand that I couldn't say no to. I was only laying in Red's bed now because the two singles became a double due to Uma's request.

I looked down at the purple bed sheets, pulling them up over me simply wishing more than anything to touch the red headed girl. To feel something. To know that we are okay or at least that we would be. However I had been wishing for this for 3 weeks now, though I hadn't noticed the change for a while I knew that the physical touch aspect of things were different.

I felt tears slip onto my cheeks as I stared at the girl beside me, my hand inches away from contact unable to go any further as if there were a barrier keeping her away from me. A million thoughts flooded my head, breaking my heart piece by piece, thoughts I'd never wished I would think about when it came to the love of my life.

However just as I felt like giving up on us, she turned around, her eyes empty looking into my tear shimmered ones. Placing her hand upon my cheek. And for a moment that touch made everything feel better but even then my eyes spilled more tears.
What if this wasn't real? What if everything good I thought about was just that, thoughts? What if it was all inside my head, an illusion?

But how could it be an illusion when I lay here right now looking into the eyes I had wished for weeks to look into again? How could this be inside my head when I lay here right now with her hand, her very real hand on my cheek?

I didn't make any move to touch her. I didn't want her to disappear. So I just let her hand caress my cheek. I let her look into my eyes and see every little broken part of them. I let her whisper in my ear, three words.

The three words I had been pathetically waiting to hear from her for weeks.
The same three words I had wanted to ask her about but didn't want to seem weak in her eyes.

"I love you."

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Thank you for reading
This one is short short!! Sorry about that.
But I've been obsessed with an old song I used to listen to when I was little.
'California king bed' by Rihanna.

Thought I'd do a one shot based off it. Short, sweet and full of emotion just like the song.

XOXO
MJ