OML I HAVENT UPDATED IN AGES AND SO MANY OF YOU HAVE REQUESTED IMAGINES IM SORRY ILL GET MY SHIT TOGETHER SOON I PROMISE
Part 3 of the Halsey mini series, based on the song "New Americana"
His arms wrapped around her waist as tight as a vice once she finally collapsed into the warm bed. Working all day and night had a tolls on her, the purplish blue marks under her eyes looking like bruises and her body so weary she can barely stand. She turned in his arms so that she was facing him, his beautiful face illuminated by the moonlight streaming through their curtains.
He sat up in bed and reached over to the pile of books he called a night stand. His fingers gripped a packet of cigarettes, wearily dragging the box over to where he was, as if not wanting to fully wake up and get them. Offering one to her, he shoves one between his teeth, his blue eyes bloodshot and tired. Then comes the flame, burning bright in the dimmed room, alighting the stick of poison settled in his mouth as the walls reflect the colours of the fire. She smiles, cuddling up closer to her lover and puts her own cigarette in the way of the flame, both of them then leaning back and watching the swirls of smoke float up and disappear.
"I love you," he mumbles, burying his face in her bare side, his hands going underneath her and resting on her back. Her hands tangle in his hair, knotting through the matted locks, weaving their way back and forth, back and forth.
"I love you too," she tells him, her soft voice cutting through the low hums of Nirvana playing in the background. She quietly admires his features, from the soft curve of his lips to the sloping bridge of his nose. Nothing goes unnoticed by her careful eyes, not the small freckles under his eyes nor the small hairs in between his eyebrows. "And," she starts, making his head tilt towards her and one crystal blue eye peek open, "I'm going to get us out of here and into the big city," she finishes, staring up at her ceiling, lost in the hope that she holds deep within her heart.
"I'm sure you will baby doll," he says sleepily, taking one last drag of his cigarette before taking both of them and smashing them against the ash tray residing beside their bed, leaving the room smelling of smoke and sweat. As they were being pulled under by the tendrils of sleep, her fingers lightly traced over his collarbones, ignoring the stickiness left by sweat and running along all the bumps and curves of the bone.
"I'm sure you will," was the last thing he said that night, that night with the lingering smell of smoke and the rundown fan powering through the sweltering heat and her fingers drawing invisible shapes on his chest and the promise of a better future looming over their heads like impending storm clouds. The funny thing is, that was not only the last thing said that night, but for him, it was the last thing said at all. For when she woke up in the morning, expecting to hear his heartbeat thudding in his chest and feel his warm fingers curled tightly around her, all she could hear was silence and all she could feel was stiff, cold fingers bent in such a shape as if to resemble her arm. But that's not terribly funny is it? No, the funny part was that when she woke up and felt the cold chill run through her body and heard nothing but her own steady breathing, which rapidly increased by the second, her heart was beating so fast that it could probably have beat for the two of them. But instead all she was left with was a silence that grew even more sickening by the second and a scream lodged in her throat - not quite passing her mouth but undeniably there taking up all her air and creating a lump in her swallowing all that hope with one deep breath.
Now she learnt her lesson that day, as she grasped her dead lovers hand begging him to open his eyes - the eyes that were as blue as the sky and as clear as the ocean - with the smell of sweat and smoke still hanging in the air as if to taunt her. She never did end up in the big city like he was so sure she would, no, she ended up buried six feet underground next to the boy who had once stole the breath from her lungs and put stars in her eyes.
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Hello my unicorns!
Okay so much has happened during the time that I haven't updated I'm not even going to try and explain it all. But brashtons back so life is good right?
Thoughts on arzaylea go in the comments 👇🏼
Anyways
Love you guys
Remember hugs not drugs
Peace out
-Sky xxx
