No wait come back. I want to whisper for Lucas to come back but I decide not to. I dont want to scare him. I just lie in the dark and curl up. I imagine Lucas, laying next to me. How it would feel to have somebody always there. Somebody you could lean on when you need it. I all of a sudden have the urge to cry. Why? I dont know but I do. I wonder if anyone thinks of me when I sleep.
Mine and Austins argument appears in my head. I try to blink it away, he'll get over it. I hope.
I wrap my arms around me and bring my knees up to my chest. People who sleep flat on their back are weird, I dont see how you can sleep flat on your back. I hold my arms tight around my sides its not cold that's just how I sleep. As I fall to sleep i promise I felt a soft callused hand rest against my back.
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Lucas sits across from me. I dont know where we are or what we were doing all I know is its cold and raining. My hair is plastered to my face and my clothes cling to me for dear life. I dont have anything to protect myself from the rain nor does Lucas. I walk over to him, one step at a time and stop a few steps away.
Then I realize. I dont have any shoes on.
Lucas takes his steps toward me. He places a warm hand on my shoulder and looks down so he can look me in the eyes. Im shorter than him and Austin. Eden is just barely taller than me.
My wet clothes hang to my body, just as I hang to Lucas's body. He places the other hand on my cheek. His thumb caresses my left cheek. I lean into his warm hand, away from the cold rain. He looks into my eyes.
His hand slides off my shoulder, down my arm and rest upon my side. I shove my face into his chest. Inhaling his sweet cologne. I wrap my arm around him. Holding on as tight as I can. Im not so short where my whole face is in his chest. Part of it rest in his neck so I alternate my arms to where theyre around his neck and shoulders and he places both his arms around the small of my back.
There is no time to soak in the glory of having him in my arms. Because just as soon as he is in them, he is taken away.
Pulled from my grasp, well maybe im pulled but still.
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