One by one || 5sos

0.3 || l u k e + s e r e n a

Her fingers moved with such delicacy it was thought that the movement itself was art, but it wasn't, in fact what the movement had created was majestic, it was bold and it was enticing, not even these simple words could give it justice.

Well that's what he thought anyway, the one who sat beside her dazed by watching her flick her wrist so effortlessly to create art on paper. He marvelled at the beauty that came from it.

She didn't have a single thought in her mind when she drew, all she needed was a pencil and a piece of paper and she was good, she didn't need a fancy canvas or expensive acrylic paints, no she just needed the gentle calm of her loud music and the two objects she had were satisfaction enough.

He then looked at her, he admired the way she looked when she concentrated and that's what attracted him to her in the first place, her fascination for the most simplest of things. He was lucky he had her, very lucky. And she too was lucky she had him.

But when she stopped the boy was confused, he wanted her to keep going, he found a sense of calamity from these things, he found his nirvana in her.

She held up her work, examining it with harsh eyes, all she saw was failure she didn't understand how to see through his eyes, she didn't see the beauty that she created with ink on paper with her own hand, and so by using that hand she tore it in half. The pieces of it flagging, falling to the ground, the grace it fell with was effortless.

Knowing her all too well, the blonde haired boy knew what was coming he knew that everything she made she destroyed, it was just part of her nature that he grew to accept, he also knew there would be a day where she would destroy the two of them.

She turned around to face him, "I should be heading off," her sweet lips formed a wry smile.

A curt nod was seen by the boy and a gentle tug at his piercing, "Yeah well I'll see you at school tomorrow,"

She looked towards the balcony and started heading towards it, "I've got an um, thingy, so I can't," her soft voice nervous.

He chuckled softly and walked up to her, taking her small hands and putting them around his neck and wrapped his own around her waist, "What thingy?" He spoke as he burrowed his head into the crook of her neck.

"The usual shit with the therapist you know," she sighed, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne.

He looked up at her with worried eyes and a creased forehead, "It's still going on?" He asked shocked, "The rest of ours ended a few months ago,"

"I don't know..." she mumbled quietly and turned to look away.

He held onto her tighter and she let out a little gasp, "Wait Serena," he looked at her lips and bit his own, the two of them felt each other getting closer, they felt the air around them getting warmer, and when Luke's lips brushed over Serena's she pulled back hastily and laid her hand on his chest, "I can't do this I'm sorry," she stuttered and pulled the door to the balcony open.

And just like that she was slipping through his fingers again.

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quoting abba because why the fuck not