Arriving home, the sun had barely caressed the sky. Turning the darkness of black to the mild stormy purple he despised.
The air clung to him with the humidity of an incoming storm. He cast his eyes upward in a silent prayer that the storm would spare him and Astraphobic panic attack.
Since he was a child, the boy with lavender and blue hair was always graced with the fear of lightning. Living in a storm-stricken state neither helped not encouraged the thought of getting over this 'irrational fear' as his step father once called it.
The boys lavender-blue locks whipped in the wind as he crawled through the large window and back into the comfort of his room.
She was sound asleep just as he had left her. She had laid her under garments, top, and skirt in a neat pile on the dresser as always. She was in his shirt. Another shirt he would burn. The though of having to touch her when she would take away his life line was unbearable.
He slipped off his shoes, they were caked in mud and he knew he would get a tongue lashing from his mother of she saw.
He pulled his shirt off, then his jeans and slinked into the bed. Resuming his place beside ... Her.
His stomach churned as she turned and snuggled into his side. She burned him like a thousand wasps at once. He hated her.
---- Bella
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Pyromaniac
RomanceA boy who fell in love with the very thing that destroyed him. The thing he wanted most in this world, the thing he chose over his soul mate.
