This is gonna be in a different style I'm warning you now...
Ashton:
"I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies"
She held the cigarette between her fingers loosely, watching the end glow as she took deep inhales. He was laying next to her, smoking as well, but something far more dangerous and addictive then her cigarette. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he drifted away from reality. The whites of his eyes were red, his knotted locks falling in his face, only to be pushed back by his hand as he exhales the smoke.
Their dingy apartment seemed to whisper to them, the haunting walls making sleep difficult. The torn plaster board crumbling around them, the wooden panelling showing through the walls. Ashton shifted slightly so that his head was rested in Y/N's lap, her fingers automatically tangling into his hair as they breathe in the smoke that will surely kill them both one day. The loud city outside their window seemed to quieten when they were just like this, peaceful and deathly. Ashton's leather jacket was sprawled across the back of a chair, his motorcycle helmet lazily thrown next to it on the floor.
She looked around at their apartment and sighed, wishing her life hadn't turned out like it had. She loved Ashton, truly she did, but he only seemed to reciprocate the feeling when he was high, only then showing her love. She knew that he was dangerous, knew from the moment she'd set eyes on him. She knew of all the hearts he'd left shattered and all the people he'd screwed over one way or another to replenish his supply. She'd heard all the rumours of his poisonous lips and how they drew the air from your lungs as they were pressed against your own. But most of all, she'd heard of how he was going to kill himself one day, climb up the steps to heaven so much so that one day he just wouldn't be able to see the ground.
She'd known all of this when she fell for him, lured in by his charm and hypnotising eyes. Now here she was, living in a dingy apartment all because she loved a boy who was in love with the feeling he got when he smoked. I guess that's one thing they had in common, they were both in love with the very thing that would end up killing them.
So maybe that's why when he turned to look up at her and she looked down at him, her tears dripping onto their bed, and whispered that he loved her she sobbed. It wasn't that she was sad that he loved her; no it was the fact that right after, his head became slack and his heartbeat slowed as he was swept away, his addiction finally getting the better of him. And so she sat there, his limp head in her arms as her body shook, those three words still ringing in the air.
Calum:
"I can't find you in the body sleeping next to me"
She turned to glance at the shirtless man sleeping beside her, his back rising and falling rhythmically as his lungs inflate and deflate. Disgusted with herself, she turned back to face the ceiling, feeling tears run down her cheeks. Furiously, her hand wipes under the eyes trying her best to not smudge the mascara applied to her lashes. Looking down at her hands she curses as she sees the black.
Silently, she slips out of the bed and gathers her clothes, sliding them on and heading out of the door. She pauses for a moment, her back resting against the door as she takes a deep breath - pushing herself off the door and walking down the hotel corridor. The morning air was bitter and nipped at he exposed skin as she walked down the street; ignoring the whistles she always got. After all, she was walking out of a hotel building with messy hair and smudged makeup, a trench coat wrapped tightly around her to try and block the wind; it wasn't hard for people to make assumptions about her. But none of them were true, she wasn't doing anything for money.
Calum had left a while ago, tearing a hole in her heart that she tried to replace with countless men. Sadly though, she could never find a man that fully replaced Calum, some of them had aspects of him: but there was never a man that filled the empty void Calum had created when he had left.
She finally reached her apartment and went straight to the bathroom, stepping over the cracked tiles and going to the sink. She washed off her makeup and placed her hands on either side of the sink, hanging her head and finally letting the tears out. She glanced at her reflection, eyeing the purple marks left by an unwanted mouth. Turning the shower on, she leaps in - trying to scrub off the encounter she just had. Stepping out of the shower, skin red from the scrubbing, she walks over to the small mirror mounted above the sink. Wiping away the condensation she stares at herself for a minute, taking in the tired eyes and unhappy tilt to her lips.
Truth is, Calum broke her when he left, and just like a broken glass now she's dangerous. Not to anyone else, but to herself because it's only a matter of time before she self destructs - destroying everything around her. She just can't admit it to herself yet.
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Hello my unicorns!
So ROWYSO has ended...OK, OK I CRIED BUT CAN YOU BLAME ME?!
And Ashton got a haircut that motherfucker like I just can't deal
Anyway though Badlands is perfect and this song is perfect can I get an amen?
Muke will be coming soon but for a different song
Ok love you guys
Remember hugs not drugs
Peace out
- Sky xx
