purple lips

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Giselle had been painting for five hours, constantly creating swirls and lines on the off-white canvas. She paints her emotions out. It gives her a sense of euphoria for a few moments and that, is something that she has always been grateful for.

When Giselle dips her paintbrush into a pot of lavender acrylic paint, she hears three knocks on the door of her apartment. Carefully, she places her damp paintbrush on her table and shuffles across the apartment to open the door. She sighs, clearly not happy about being disturbed when she was in the middle of painting. As she opens the door, her pupils constrict at the sight in front of her.

"Avery?! What happened?!" Giselle says as she holds Avery by her arm and pulls her into a tight hug.

Avery Celesta was one of Giselle's best friends. They met online through their one direction fan accounts and have ever since been inseparable. Together, they kept each other sane enough by doing insane things.

  As of now though, Avery was a mess. Her blonde locks were all over the place, she had mascara running down her red cheeks, and her knees were shaking.

She broke into a loud sob as she hugged Giselle back, gripping her maroon sweater, leaving wrinkles and tear stains on it. She gasped for air and started weeping again. Giselle tried comforting her and kept on saying things like 'Hush now, it's okay now' / 'You're okay, you're with me now'/ 'Tell me what happened, i'll fix it for you'/ 'Oh poor baby what's wrong?'.

As time passed, slowly Giselle found herself crying too, from a single tear to blurry visions to muffled sobs. Avery crying made Giselle cry. It also made Giselle think of horrible scenarios that could have happened to Avery which she only hoped and prayed were just her imagination.

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  Giselle woke up with a sudden jerk and suddenly sat straight upright. She looked at Avery, who was sound asleep but was shivering ferociously. The beams of sunlight that fell across Avery's smooth, pale face made her purple lips quite evident, giving Giselle a sense of alarm. She looked down at her hands and realized that she was shivering too. With totally numb feet, she made her way to her cupboard and took out two thick velvet blankets, slipped into her fluffy slippers and dropped the thick blankets on the floor. Carefully covering Avery with a blanket, she hurried to the bathroom to wash her face.

After a while Avery woke up feeling tired as ever, but good. Giselle whipped up two cups of coffee for themselves and with shivering and aching bodies they shuffled towards Giselle's brown couch with their cloudy faux fur blankets enveloping them. As soon as the coffee made contact with their purple, cold lips, they felt a lot better.

  They started talking, talking about what made Avery so upset, talking about bad boys, and talking about the sad and twisted people in the world.

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a/n : so! that! was! the! first! chapter! woo! I'm not really the happiest with it, i feel like i could've done a lot more but i guess whatever.

all the love,

zoha

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