for you ➳ emison au

Another Scar

unedited

"Em, open the door.." I heard someone call out softly from the other side of the door but I just rolled my eyes and brought my legs up to my chest. When I heard another knock again, for the 500th time today, I unwrapped an arm from my legs and angrily banged on the door once.

I heard shuffling before the sound of keys juggling came, making me groan lowly. Why didn't I steal Mary's spare keys in her office earlier? Now, Alison's gonna come in and I'm gonna have to look at her face.

I yelped a little, as I stumbled forwards when the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Jesus, Ali," I groaned, rubbing the back of my head, feeling it throb. "can't you knock?"

I looked up to see Alison standing on the doorway with her hands on her hips, looking down to me, worry clouding her face. She was wearing a grey oversized sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants while her hair was up in a messy bun.

Her eyebrows furrowed, as she sat down, crisscrossed, in front of me. She was silent for a while as she stared at the ground. I sat up and leaned my back against the frame of my bed.

"I did knock on the door. For like 15 times," I looked up to see Alison looking at me. "We were really worried about you. We didn't know wether you were still alive or not. The only sign that you gave that gave me a little hope that you were still alive, was when you banged on the door."

I just looked at her blankly as silence overcame us. "And?"

"And, um, I'm sorry I made it seem like I was on their side and I all I care about is my carrer, Em." She apologized sincerely, making me smile as she looked up to me. Her face lit up somehow as she smiled back at me. "Does that smile mean you forgive me?"

I looked down to my lap, trying to hide the smile on my face with my hair, only to fail miserably. "No."

"Oh, come on." Alison cooed as she places her index finger under my chin. She lifted my chin up and forced me to look at her. She smiled. "You don't smile at someone you're mad at like that." She removed her finger from my chin and connected it with her other index finger on her lap, as she fidgeted.

"I smile at the person I'm mad at if I'm in love with my person," I beamed. She reached up to my lap and interlaced our fingers, with a shy smile on her face.

"Thanks for forgiving me," She said, before crawling near me. Her face was merely a millimetre away from my face. I let my eyes roam around her face. I couldn't believe that this girl was in love with me too. What did I do to have such an amazing girl like her? She smiled before cupping my cheek with her hand. "This is my thank you."

She said before kissing me softly on the lips. I smiled into the kiss, feeling my stomach flutter, as we both pulled away, to catch our breaths. "Your kisses are amazing. I think they just healed the wound you gave me when you left."

She chuckled before snuggling beside me. She wrapped an arm around my stomach as she nuzzled her face into my neck. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder with a smile. I looked up to my bedroom's ceiling. I had painted it, so it looked like the galaxy. It was purple and black, a mixture of it, with stars all over it.

I had painted a star larger than the others, it had reminded me of Alison. She was a star. A star that shone brighter than the others do. The star I immediately see when I look up to the sky. The star that led me here. That led me into my dream.

I remembered seeing Alison's beautiful face when I drew that star. I remembered, four years ago, when Hanna came over to my house and suggested to paint my bedroom ceiling into a galaxy. She painted with me, and when we were finished, she noticed the star that glowed more radiantly than the others.

She asked me, "Who inspired you to make that one specific star?" I looked at her and I remembered seeing the look on her face, she had a knowing smile on her face. She knew who did, so I didn't answer her and stared at the star.

"It's my star." I whispered to myself, and that day was in January 24th 2013. Was it a coincidence how yesterday, Alison told me that she got her first recording deal on January 24th 2013, in the very same day, I had painted the stars on my ceiling?

"Em?" Alison whispered huskily, making me snap out of my thoughts, and looked down to her, only to be met up with her blonde curls. Scrunching my face up, I lifted my head up again, like the way it was before, I inhaled her strawberry shampoo before closing my eyes, letting the scent melt my insides.

"Hm?" I hummed.

Alison lifted her head off my chest and looked at me, with an adorable confused frown on her face. "What are we?"

"Whatever you want us to be." I whispered, looking at her with dreamy eyes. I mean, I know I'm looking at her with dreamy eyes. When she smiled, I gave her a lopsided grin.

"I want us to be official." She said and snuggled beside me again, going back to our previous position.

"Nuh-uh, honey." I chuckled. "That won't happen without me planning something very huge and bizarre for some kind of a proposal–oh shit–I just told you my suprise didn't I?" I whispered in disbelief, as Alison breathed out a laugh.

"Yeah, you did." She said, and for a moment, there was a silent between us. It wasn't a uncomfortable silence either. It was more of a comfortable silence. Yeah. In the corner of my eye, I saw her raise her arm and point to the ceiling. "That's really pretty. Did you paint it?"

"Yeah, I did. I painted it with Hanna three years ago." I said. I pointed to the largest and brightest star and nudged Ali. "Do you see that?" She hummed, making me smile. "That's you."

"I'm a star?" She lets out with an amused look on her face, as she lifted her head from my chest and looked at me.

"Yes," I murmured, and tucked a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, with a smile on my face. "and you're my star." I cupped both of her cheeks and pulled her closer to me. I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arms around her body.

"I am so glad you're finally mine." I whispered, trailing kisses down the back of her neck. She shuddered under my touch. I smiled and rested my head on the pillow. I kissed her neck one more time before I whispered a good night.

I was about to fall asleep but I was suddenly woken up when I felt a pair of soft lips on mine. She pulled her lips away from mine and I felt her hot breath on my face. "I love you.." She whispered.

And for a second, it was silent.

I opened my eyes, only to be met by my open window. The curtains were flying slowly on the air, as the breeze from the outside brushed softly against it's fabric. The cold air hit against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I tilted my head sideways, only to be met by an empty space on my bed.

I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt something wet on my shirt. I sat up and wiped my tears. I let out a shaky breath as I gazed up to the open window. This reminded me so much of the time she left me 6 years ago.

And thinking back to it, breaks my heart.

Because it might happen again.

And I don't think, I would be able to stand up again when that happens.

My heart, that has a thousand scars, would probably break. One scar from the girl I truly love is what it takes. Another scar from her will probably set an end to my life.

Because I was sure that I'd so anything for her.

I'd die for her.

But I'm not sure if it goes the same for her.