Flesh.

017

Music: Poison, Bell Biv DeVoe

Shameless, The Weeknd

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 I smooth the wrinkles out of my dress and twirl a strand of my royal-blue-hair. I'm so nervous. What if she doesn't come? What if she doesn't like me anymore? Did she even like me at all?

Before I can question myself any further she bustles through the door and smiles apologetically.

"Am I late?" She asks hurriedly.

"Oh, no I was early. I'm sorry." I say, repressing my worries.

"That's alright. I didn't know you were the early type, I actually got here early too but I decided to wait outside the shop. I'm a loser I know." She laughs playfully.

I grab her hand and kiss it, reassuring her. She blushes to the point that her cheeks are rose red.

"So what do you usually get?"I question tapping my nails against the wooden table.

"Black," she smiles as my face scrunches up.

"There's research done showing that people who drink black coffee are more prone to be a psychopath," I say matter-a-factly.

"Well that explains why I love to sharpen my knives as I drink coffee in the morning, doesn't it?" She laughs, continuing to down her black coffee.

"You're ridiculous!" I say loudly, but playfully and everyone turns their heads.

"Darling, you're a bit loud." She nods slowly, I sit back in my seat a little feeling as if I had gotten scolded by my mother.

"I'm sorry. I'm naturally extremely energetic," I respond to her. 

"How about we walk over to the antique shop across the street?" She asks, pointing to the tiny shop with the crooked sign labelled Antiques & More. I nod and she smiles, grabbing my hand, I smile, the tension in my stomach floating away. We arrive there and I feel as if I'm a child. I had to touch everything, the stones, the art work. My fingers raked everything in the store except for the one thing I wanted, the one thing I needed ever so desperately, her.

We keep walking after the antique shop into a open park with not a soul around, so quiet her breaths jump from tree to tree, her smiles are the clouds in the sky. Her mind is as gentle as night. I take her in with my eyes then my hands, feeling her face, tracing her lips and cheekbones. The way her neck flexes when she smiles, the way her eyes are full of hope;  which I lack. She looks up at me, her eyes wandering to my lips, my eyes follow to hers. Electricity flows throughout my body, my eyes screwing shut in pleasure. I'm falling for her so hard it hurts.

 It's just a kiss, my self conscious adds. You think a girl like her would date someone like you?

"What's wrong love?" Sienna pulls away, furrowing her eyebrows and cups my face.

"Nothing." 

"Baby girl, what's wrong?" She questions further, Luna never cared how I felt. If she did, she wouldn't have treated me like that.

"My mind keeps telling me how you are too good for me." I drop my head, ashamed of the words leaving my lips. I feel fingers on my chin lifting my face to hers once more.

"You are enough Belle, I think this is the first time someone has told you so, but honestly you deserve to feel this way. To matter, to be someone, not just a beautiful face." She coaxes gently.

"Why do you see me as someone? My entire life I've been on top of the mile high walls I've made to make myself look strong. Then you walk in and they tremble; the crazy part is, I don't even mind." I admit willingly.

"That's all going to change baby." She kisses my forehead, my stomach fills with so many butterflies I can't breathe.

She pushes her lips to mine, her hand traveling to the small of my back making me blush gently. I feel her grin under our lips, making me giggle.

"What's so funny?" She laughs to herself.

"You're just really cute," I bite my lip and her eyes go from caring to hungry.

__________P.O.V. ____LUNA______________

I slam my fist into the punching bag my fists screaming for me to stop, my muscles throbbing. I can't stop, I need to hurt I need this. I need her.

She doesn't want you, my self conscious viciously adds making me punch harder.

I look down at my knuckles, blood trickling down my hands. I smile at it and continue punching, I drop onto the ground and begin to do sit ups and push ups. My body aches so bad to the point where I can't do anymore. I look into the mirror and don't recognize myself. 

I begin to drive home, trying to get home before I lose all of the function in my knuckles. 

I throw my keys down and get in the shower to wash all of the pain, the tears, and the blood off of me. The whole room fills with steam my body thanks me as the water washes everything off. I scrub as hard as I can, until it burns. Maybe if I scrape off the skin there will be a better me underneath.

I look down at stomach, it growling for food. I shrug it off and lay down. Wishing I wasn't alone, that Belle was in my arms. 

She's probably crying as well, wanting me back. She needs me, I'm her rock. Her everything.

I fill my apartment with rap music making the veins in my neck grow bigger, my abs pulsing. I begin dancing, I'm in a bra and sweat pants but I couldn't care less. I'm alone. I dance and sing along hoping that the day treats me better. That the pain will go away.

Authors Note:

Sorry this chapter is so simple, I thought ya'll needed a drama break.

I took my creative writing teachers advice.

"kick your characters down to the ground to test their strength and when they get up kick them down twice as hard."

I'm going to be updating every five days, if you guys want me to update more comment.