Out Tonight

Fifteen

Content Warning for heaviy topics
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Only a few hours later, Bosco shivered so hard she woke herself up, almost freaking out until realizing it was just Daya's arms around her. That's when she remembered what had happened, and she felt guilty all over again.

She sat up slowly so she didn't disturb her girlfriend. She looked down at her sleeping figure, letting out a quiet sigh as she reached her hand out to brush Daya's hair out of her face. She felt awful for not being able to give her anything that night. She felt awful for freaking out like that in front of her in general.

The taller girl let out a quiet hum, her arm reaching out to wrap around Bosco's waist. Bosco felt herself being gently pulled closer, taking a deep breath before she laid back down. She wrapped her arms around Daya's torso, pulling her up onto her chest to hold her close.

Daya's head nestled perfectly between Bosco's shoulder and neck, a quiet mumble escaping her lips that the smaller girl couldn't make out. She just stared out the window at the lights of the city, one of her hands gently stroking Daya's hair. At least here, she was safe. Safe in Daya's arms and not alone in her apartment where some of her worst memories took place. She squeezed her girlfriend a little tighter, tilting her head to press soft kisses along her temple.

Daya stirred a bit from the affection, her arms tightening around Bosco's waist. "I love you..." She whispered in her sleep, her lips brushing against Bosco's skin.

Bosco's eyes widened. She was still getting used to those words. She held her tighter as she took a shaky breath. If she could stay safe right there forever, she would in a heartbeat.

She was still, the only sound being Daya's quiet breathing against her skin. Bosco knew she wasn't mad at her or disappointed with her, but she still felt that way towards herself.

She carefully untangled herself from the taller girl's limbs, pressing a careful kiss to the top of her head as she stood up from the bed. With a blanket draped over her shoulders, she left the room and quietly walked down the hall.

She hoped fresh air would help calm her anxiety. As quietly as possible, she opened up the door to the balcony and was met by the cold chill of the night. With a shaky breath, she took a seat on one of the chairs outside. She took a corner of the blanket in each hand, wrapping her arms around herself and over her stomach.

She felt so small with the surrounding apartment buildings and the lights from the city around her. Even though it was late, everything kept moving. People kept going. Time kept passing. Everything and everyone grew and progressed.

Bosco wished she could move forward like them.

She curled up in the chair, a tear running down her face. She wished she could convince her brain everything was okay. But instead, it kept telling her that she had messed everything up.

After a few minutes, there was a gentle knock on the balcony door before it opened. "You okay?" Jasmine asked with a tilted head, one of her crochet projects in her hands. "It's late. And cold out here."

Bosco looked back at her, letting out a small sigh before she nodded. "Y-Yeah..." She whispered. "I'm okay."

Jasmine watched her for a moment before deciding to sit with her. She sat with crossed legs, fuzzy yarn in her lap as she hummed quietly. "You seem lonely."

Bosco held the blanket tighter around herself. "I guess so." She found herself hardly able to raise her voice above a whisper.

Jasmine slightly swayed back and forth as she worked. "Maddy has a late class tonight." She explained. "I don't like being in the apartment alone. So here I am."