Flesh.

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I look into her eyes, her beautiful eyes. They search mine for approval, yeah I would love for her to move to New-York, we've been back together for two weeks. I've never felt this way before, I've always been a player, until her.

"Luna?"

"I think you should, if you're serious about it." I purse my lips.

She runs into my open arms squealing, my eyes flutter closed, enjoying the way she makes my heart beat, the way I fall in love with her every-time she looks at me and giggles.

We light an incense in my apartment and cuddle up to The Holiday, every couple of minutes she'll press her lips to mine, and I'll kiss the tip of her nose. For once we're happy.

After the movie I drive her to the airport, so she can fly back. I'll certainly miss her, but I also miss having my apartment to myself.

"I'll miss you," She frowns, I put my hand on the edge of her thigh, to reassure her it'll be okay as we continue to drive to the airport.

---I watch out the window as her plane takes flight. A girl whose reflection I don't recognize stares back at me. Her eyes are alight with a happiness lit only by loves fires, but however slowly it twists and flickers in longing for its oxygen. A piece of my heart is broken and in her luggage as she leaves New-York.

I return to my apartment and sigh, my heart aching at the sight of an empty room, with a bed unmade, a tan couch, weird paintings and oil diffusers everywhere.

What do I want to do today? I grab my worry stone out of my pocket and rub my thumb across it for comfort, and to release stress. I decide to take a nap, seeing as Belle is a vampire and doesn't sleep until it's time to stay awake.

Dream---

The day ends just like it always does, I get home from work, I see Belle, and that's, that. We kiss, I help her make dinner, and we go to bed.

I open the door, the smell of food usually fills the room, usually makes my mouth water, but today, it smells like nothing.

I walk into the living room, an old black and white movie playing. I start towards the bathroom, curious as to why she didn't pause the movie.

The door is rimmed with light, the worrying in my chest is gone, I go to open the door since I hear the shower going, trickling loudly.

I open the door, my heart twisting into several knots,

"Belle?" My voice must have been to quiet because she continues to cry.

"BELLE!!"

Her head turns around slowly, blood trickling down her scalp, her arm ripped out of socket. NO NO NO.

--------End.

"BELLE NO!" I wake up to my voice echoing throughout my apartment, my face wet with tears, my eyes on fire.

I flip on my phone, looking for a text from Belle, something; anything.

Belle--Just landed babe :)

Me:I'm glad you're safe...<3

I toss my phone back on the couch and grab my keys, I need some fresh air. I get into my car and something ignites in my chest, I need adrenaline, its what I crave.

I pull out of the complex, and step on the gas until it hits the floor to ignite fire in my chest, I watch the speed increase, and I swear my heart is in sync with it because my pulse was going faster then the speed of light.

Its four in the morning, the streets are still glowing with headlights, I rev the engine, making cars go faster. My car is intimidating enough already without doing so.

Once I'm on the interstate I step on the gas, going ninety, a smile eating my face.

The World rushing by me, only if time moved this fast. Time stops as I get to a hundred my heart pounding against my heart.

Cars honk at me, I couldn't care less. My windows are tinted, and my music is so loud I can't hear myself think, and that comforts me.

Acquainted by the Weeknd plays throughout my car, my speakers in my trunk shaking my windows. I smile so hard that my cheeks cramp up, that is until red white and blue shine in my mirrors, I slow down and pull off to the road.

I put my hands on the steering wheel and roll down my window, then mute my music.

"Are you aware of the speed limit?" He asks me, in a mocking voice.

"One-hundred?"I chuckle, he shakes his head.

"Please get out of the vehicle."

I open the door and get out, he looks down my body then points to the yellow line.

"One foot over the other, don't stop until I tell you to do so."

I'm not drunk. But at this moment I wish I was.

"Blow into this please," He hands me a tube that has numbers written up the side, I shake my head before blowing.

"You're completely sober?" He tilts his head at me, confused.

"Yes sir."

"The speed limit is Eighty-five. You were going a hundred miles per hour, that's fifteen over the speed limit, ma'am."

"I apologize."

"I'm going to have to ask you to put your hands behind your back, give me your keys, and license."

I do so, and shake my head. I look at my car one last time and let out a deep breath. He shoves me in the back-seat and drives away to the police station.

---I walk into the cell, my footsteps echoing through the chamber, handing him everything in my pockets. He puts me in a holding cell, it feels like hours before he tells me I have one phone call.

I reach for the phone, and I go to dial Belle's number, but what can she do?

I have no one else to call, I hate that it comes down to this, but I need to get out of here, my fingers trace the number, and I hold my breath while the phone rings.

Authors Note: My peeps, yes I know, another cliff hanger, see this is why we can't have nice things.