*WARNINGS*
•self harm (cutting)
•mentions of blood
•swearing (mild)
•mentions of Christianity
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July 16th 2020
[Benson's P.O.V.]
My fingers grazed over the piano keys with exceptional grace and ease. Over the course of the past three days Jailah and I had only grown closer. We'd learned quite a bit about each other and it seemed the more I got to know the more intrigued I became. I felt a special kind of spark between us and I would do anything to turn that spark into a flame and that flame into a raging fire that would last a lifetime.
Everything about her was perfect in its own way. Her entrancing emerald organs of vision, her long brown hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves. She was gorgeously beautiful, there was no denying that.
She had a hard time feeling okay with being vulnerable, and I understand. It's like she needed someone, and I could be that someone. I would.
She was so unusual, in a good way. There was no such thing as normalcy about her. Wether it be the moon tattoo, or the birthmark that lied just above her collarbone. Everything about her was unusual, unique.
My fingers continued over the keys with expert agility and dexterity.
Didn't know how much I would love Santa Barbara
Never driven up, but I know that it's gotta be so beautiful
That's where you were born
Long brown hair that your mom doesn't like
You got a moon tattoo that you don't even hide
You're so unusual
Haven't met someone like you before
Wanna be that guy that's makin' it hard for you to sleep at night
I want you to call me when it's gettin' late
You can tell me anything
From time to time, you give me the smallest look
Behind your eyes, and baby, it's almost like you need someone
I promise I can be someone
From night to night, it's takin' you longer
When you say, "Goodbye, " baby, it's almost like you need someone
I promise I can be someone
I've been carried away tryin' to get inside your brain
And what do you know? Do you live alone?
And do you pray?
And do you believe there is a life where it's just you and me, and I
With only the way, with only the signs
It's only you and me, and I
From time to time, you give me the smallest look
Behind your eyes and baby, it's almost like you need someone
I promise I can be someone
From night to night, it's takin' you longer
When you say, "Goodbye, " baby, it's almost like you need someone
I promise I can be someone
Someone to help, someone to hold
Somewhere to go when nights get cold
Somebody to love, somebody to be
Someone to sweep you off your feet
Someone to help, someone to hold
Somewhere to go when nights get cold
Somebody to love, somebody to be
Someone to sweep you off your feet
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) that someone is me
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) that someone is me
From time to time, you give me the smallest look
Behind your eyes, and baby, it's almost like you need someone
I promise I can be someone
With a breath of relief I shut the piano and stopped recording the voice memo. The image of Jailah basking in the golden rays of the sunshine played in my mind. She looked absolutely stunning as the sun shone into her emerald globes with a small smile plastered to her lips.
"Benson?" My dad popped up behind me with a gentle smile on his face.
"Yeah?" I smiled, peering up at him
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LITTLE RUNAWAY // Benson Boone x OC
Fanfiction~ ❝He's the candle in all the darkness.❞ ~ Jailah Stomer loses her family in a tragic mass shooting in Santa Barbara. Being the only survivor out of her family she is sent to live with her Aunt and Uncle in LA. She's lost, scared, alone, and new to...
