Viridescent Flares

23

A/N:

I want Lauren to beat me up with that bat. Honestly.

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"Y/n! Wake up! Come on, y/n!" Lauren yelled over the pouring rain.

Fucking hell. Why am I still alive?

Sure, the girl's voice is angelic but it wasn't the angel I'm expecting. I don't even know if it's heaven I'm ending up to. But I slowly opened my eyes when Lauren started slapping my face—hard.

"Jesus Christ! Why did you even do that?!" She questioned angrily, and even in the poorly lit street I could still make up her face. She was crying. My head was resting on her lap and I didn't know if it's tears or raindrops that's falling on my face from her. "What were you thinking, huh? That you'd finally escape all of it when you killed yourself? And what about me?! What about us?! You're going to leave us here? God, Y/n, weren't you even thinking about what could happen on the people you'd leave behind?!"

I didn't speak, knowing better than to be angry at her, too, for not letting die and looked around. We were positioned in the sidewalk on the other side from where I was walking earlier and I realized she saved me from that speeding car. Lauren Jauregui saved me from death. I looked up at her, noticing how puffy her eyes now and how red her face was.

"Y-you could've d-died," she breathed out, trying so much to sound mad but her voice was betraying her as she continued to cry. She shut her eyes closed, shaking her head, and I felt how hurt she was. "You... you could've left me here without even saying you love me... without even having the future I dreamed of h-having with you. You're so selfish. I hate you. I hate you so m—"

I didn't let her finish, reaching up to her face and forcing myself up to be in a comfortable position as I captured her lips in mine. After everything, I knew what I was doing and if there was something that could make Lauren stop, it was to kiss her to shut her up. But I didn't only do it because her voice is starting to make me lightheaded, but it was because I've been craving for her lips for a long time now.

I pushed every happenings at the restaurant on the back of my mind, not even caring if there are paparazzi around. If it'd make them happy to take picture of us like this, I don't care. Despite the chaos going inside my mind, I'm happy, too, because I'm kissing the love of my life. I'm kissing the person who thought about my happiness first before hers, who made me her priority—I know that for a matter.

I focused on the butterflies that was long gone before, but now they're back, I'd love to make them last. So I held onto Lauren's nape, her fingers lacing themselves between my wet hair, as I probed the tip of my tongue on her lower lip. She slowly parted her lips, allowing me to deepen the kiss and my mind went through the roof when our tongues met. We weren't fighting for dominance, simply massaging each other's soft muscle and enjoying some cliché moment under the rain.

I wasn't certain of what happened to my parents, but this girl, despite the storm raging on, she's providing me something to hold on. She's somehow giving me the peace of mind I needed. And I could never be more thankful for her existence.