Prompts

Writing #1

"What do you think of when you look at me? When you hear my name? Death? Destruction? Evil? Come on, say it, I've heard it all."

"Home." she breathed, her voice echoing through the room like a gun shot, slamming against him and making him take a step back. "I think of home. I think of the only man I've ever been able to look in the eyes and see a future. A life. A home. And no matter how fucking stubborn you are. No matter how hard it is for you to let me in. I'm going to be here. I'm going to be here waiting. For as long as I need too. For as long as it takes for you to get through your head that I am so fucking in love with you. You are my every thought, you are the blood in my veins, you are the air I breathe, you are everything I will ever need, please, just believe me." when she finished she wiped away a tear that had fallen on her cheek and his heart ached. His heart ached to be the man who made sure she'd never need to wipe away another tear again. His heart ached and his eyes welled with tears but he would never tell her that, he would never show her how vulnerable and weak he was underneath. So he blinked his tears away and looked up. Looked at her. The early morning sunrise peaking through the windows and landing on her cheek and making her freckles shine and look like the constellations he saw them as. Her hands clenched around the sky blue duvet she had begged him to buy because it reminded her of his eyes. The way every inch of her body was begging him to understand, begging him to just listen, to know how much love she had for him. And he wanted to. Oh god did he want to let himself give in and fall for her. But he'd been through this before. He'd fallen for a girl who left his heart in such a mess he didn't know who he was anymore. But when he met the girl standing in front of him, his heart ached, but it wasn't the same, his heart ached in a way it had never before, and he was scared. He was scared of being vulnerable, he was scared of losing everything again. But he saw the girl standing in front of him, he looked at her and he knew, he knew that if he was going to give someone all he was, she was the one, oh god was she the one. And so he did. He relived every memory, he let her see into every nook and cranny of his being until there was nothing left to see. He gave himself to her, and she gave herself to him. They completed eachother. Filling the empty voids in each of their hearts with flowers and "I love you"