In The Dark

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A uneasy silence settled in the air. I take a sharp breath. This boy and his quotes, fascinates me, leaves me speechless. I'm quite fond of them.

Ross had settled in a comfortable position again, like says quotes like those all the time. Perhaps he does. The hair on my neck stood up.

Ross was watching me, his eyes trailing down from my forehead, scanning my skeleton arms, then at last, his eyes landed on my feet. "You're skinny,"he commented.

Of course I was skinny. Unhealthy skinny. He notes the obvious.

I stare into his hazel eyes. I found them fascinating-yet again. I feel like there's secrets he was keeping from me. Negative or positive, I wanted to know. I scan his eyes for answers, but they were secretive, locked.

He noticed. He titled his head, a smile displaying on his lips. A warm, friendly smile. As I look into his eyes, I am not in the dark anymore. I am in the light, a small but cozy room. It was warm, I imagined the smell of food flooding into my nose.

I wanted to explore the feeling of warmth, and feel the coziness. All that is taken away from me. I squeeze my bones, where the meat on my legs used to be.

Ross's smile was still displaying, as bright and sweet as ever. Then I'm lost in his eyes again. This time, I am imagining Ross, not me. He is smiling that bright smile, his white and perfect teeth shining at me. At me. I wanted to see that smile every day when I wake up. It will be the last image I imagine when I close my eyes.

This time, I clench my teeth. His smile faded slowly, but he kept a sweet, harmless and helpful face on. I stretch out my hand. My fingers are trembling, and blood crawls down my nails. I finally reached what I was going for-his hand.

When I touched it, a magical feeling exploded from my hand, all the way up my chest, like a firework working its way up to the sky. The feeling lights me up, I gasp, and then I'm out of the dark room again.

This time, I am sprawled on a blanket, staring in amazement at the sky. Fireflies, mixed with stars,shoots across my eyes. I wish I could be as free as fireflies, as bright as the stars. Next to me, was my family.

I imagined my mother with blond hair, and my father with black. My sister's was probably brown, like mine. She is tall and skinny, her red and full lips brings out her glamorous face. Mom's smile was the sweetest in the entire world. You could taste her love from that smile. My dad, a relaxed, and fun man. His encouragements makes me feel like I could do anything. I could hear his shouts, along with his everlasting love, ringing in my ears.

What I didn't notice, was a blondie sitting next to me. His posture relaxed, and he was smiling at me. A innocent, sweet, and bright smile. That is the last star I see, it's brightness outshines everyone else's. And the brightness explodes like a firework.

I am done imagining the impossible for now. I pull my hand from his grasp, shaking with every move. He watches me, eyes showing concern. I hated that. I wanted to see that smile again, cheering me up at every corner of his lips.

But of course, he couldn't read minds. He wasn't thrilled when I pulled my hand away. I hated seeing that, too. Hesitantly, I rested my right hand -which was still bursting with emotions- and reach out my left hand.

It found his cheek. Blood rushed into the spot where I touched it, and he almost smiles. Almost. I pinch his cheek. The beautiful thing happens again. It spread throughout his whole face, bigger and brighter than ever.

My left hand, shaking, found balance on his cheek. Found safety. Found caring. Found.....love? My eyes stared into his, and it stays there. He stares back at me, his smile turning into a crooked grin.

It was happy, with joy. It wasn't full of it though, but just for this moment. I wasn't aware of what I was doing, and neither is he. His hand, big and strong, reached out. It crept toward my face.

I didn't watch it, I felt it, landing softly on my chin. He was gentle, his breath heavy with his heartbeat. I could hear his heartbeat. Alive. Bouncing. His heart found a new reason for it to be happy. A smile crept on my lips, too.

It made him happier. His hands moved, and he gently caressed my cheek. A soft, comforting touch. Color rushed into the spot. He seemed contented, as he touches me. It made him feel happy, and so did I.

I wanted to call his name, laugh as I say it. I want to shout it-with every ounce of enthusiasm in my voice. I want to whisper it, with every love I held in my heart.

I think of him, his hand, caressing my cheek gently, comforting the uneasy feeling inside of me. I think of him, looking deeply into my eyes, setting of fireworks in my body. And his smile, so bright, brighter than the sun in every way, and it shone in the dark.

And then I open my mouth, my throat ached and my lungs dry.

"Ross."

A/N-Raura. Raura. Raura.

What can I say? I'm obsessed, even more than that...and you guys are too, we all are :)

I love you like Laura loves gogurt.

900 words, reno, dont complain.

I will update when it gets to 10 votes, ty♥

Have a nice day everyone <3

♡Tiffany♡