she avoids the doorbell
not wanting to wake the already infamous father
she sends another text
hears the padding of footsteps
just moments after it delivers
she's clutching her bag to her chest like a child would a beloved stuffed animal
when he opens the door
he looks just as she imagined
flaxen hair in an adorable disarray
eyelashes fluttering
torso bare
in this light,
he could be edward cullen
he's so pale
how awfully cliché of her to think
but, she was exhausted
she could allow herself this cheap amusement
because
her eyes are still watering,
after all this time
and when she sees him,
concerned expression already in place
and sympathy shining like a homing beacon in his azure gaze,
she starts to cry again
he pulls her into his arms
and her bag is left forgotten on the floor
he would keep her safe now
afloat in the roaring sea of sadness that threatened to pull her under
to engulf her
like a sinking ship
brought down by
relentless, carnivorous waves
she tries her best to avoid staining his shoulder with tears
"oh, adeline
i'm so sorry"
she's glad he doesn't bother with any of that 'it's all going to be okay' nonsense
because it's not
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into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
