Coz he was sunshine, she was midnight rain
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Ivy Kennedy
She's a legend before twenty-Hollywood's golden girl, the youngest self-made billionaire, and a model who owns every runway she walks. Ruthless. Unbreakable. A force of nature. The world se...
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After a long silence, she whispers, "Do you think I'm broken?"
The question hits me like a punch to the gut. "What? No, Ivy. You're not broken. You're human, and you're struggling, but that doesn't make you any less... you." I lean closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She sniffles and lets out a weak chuckle. "That Ivy feels like she's gone."
"She's not gone. Something that's yours is never truly lost. It's just waiting for you to find it again," I insist.
"Now stop crying. You don't look pretty while crying."
"So, you think I'm an ugly crier?" she says, looking at me with a serious face.
"N-no, no, you're a pretty crier."
"So you want me to cry? Because I'm a pretty crier?" she asks, dead serious, raising one of her eyebrows.
"No-I-no, just stop crying."
She looks away, wiping her cheeks. That's when I realize she was teasing me, a soft smile adorning her face. God, I'd give anything to kiss those cherry-red lips. How is she so pretty. She reminds me of that song .she looks just like a dream .the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
"Ha ha ha, very funny," I say dryly, and she bites her bottom lip to stop smiling. Without thinking twice, I reach over and gently remove her bottom lip from her teeth.
"Don't do that. You have a gorgeous smile. Do the world a favor and show it sometimes."
I look up and realize what I did. She nods, looking away, her cheeks flushed, but this time not from the tears.
"Anyways, I'm sorry you got in the middle of this. What did you originally come for?" she asks.
"Oh, I was just here to help you pack."
"You what?"
"Yeah, you don't like packing, so I thought I'd come and help." I shrug casually, but from the intense way she's staring at me-with thousands of emotions sparkling in her eyes-I can tell that something about this isn't casual for her.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, just... thank you," she says, her eyes watering again.
"No, no, no, please don't cry again."
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm being such a crybaby today," she says, wiping her face, a pout adorning her lips.
"That's okay." I hug her slightly, and to my surprise, she actually hugs back. With the grip she has on me, I realize how much she needed that hug.
"Come on now, enough crying and sobbing. Let's pack for tomorrow's trip, alright?" She nods and heads back into the bathroom, probably to wash her face. We spend the rest of the time packing.
