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The Edge Of Tonight

Aurora's POV:

We sat in our bed together, Brendon's arms stayed latched around me. Almost like if he were ever to loosen his grip just enough, he would lose me. Lose me to what, you ask? Now that's what I'm unsure of.

It could be simply darkness, it could be another man. Or it could be in general. I'm never really sure with Brendon. I never really have been, either. He's so unpredictable and indescribable. I guess the last part explains all of this.

"H-he just said all those awful things a-and I, I d-don't know-", I sobbed, holding him harder and shoving my face into his chest.

"Darling it's okay not to know."

And the wonderful boyfriend he is, Brendon just shushed me softly and rubbed my back. He did it in complex patterns, almost like it would distract me. Like he was trying to get me to anticipate his next motion instead of the situation at hand.

And if you were wondering what the situation was, my ex boyfriend faked his death, moved to Maine, and texted me to try to get into my pants. It was so much to take it I immediately broke out into sobs, which got Brendon's attention.

I explained what happened, which takes us to where we are now. Brendon has been so supportive throughout all of this. He keeps me safe. And sane.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm here.", he coed, continuing to rub my back.

I hugged him even tighter and my sobs quieted. He let me. Brendon let me do whatever I need to do to feel okay. To be okay. He let me cry and scream and yell, whatever I needed to.

"W-what are we gonna d-do?", I stuttered.

He pulled away slightly so he could face me. I looked into his eyes and saw concern and love. Deep feelings only masked by the look this man was giving me.

Brendon wiped away my tears with his thumb by griping along the side of my head with his other fingers, evening both sides of my head.

"Well, first I'm gonna make sure you're completely okay...", Brendon trailed off at the end, like he was waiting for me to say I was actually okay so he could move on to telling me the next step.

I never did. I wasn't okay. This wasn't okay. None of it was.

"Well, once you are okay, I plan on finding that douche and beat him the fuck up. Then I'll draw a dick on his forehead and leave."

I smiled at his protectiveness and how he tries to make me smile. Funny, he hasn't realized all I need to smile is him. As cheesy as it sounds, it was true and I couldn't even try to deny it.

"What if your plan goes wrong?", I wonder.

"You act like you're so sure it will.", Brendon notes.

I just shrugged, "You never know."

He sighed and we both were foreclosed in silence for a moment before Brendon spoke up, "It won't, baby. I have back-up plans piled on back-up plans."

I look at him with worried eyes.

"I've kept a folder documented in case this exact situation occurred.", He joked, trying to get me to show a positive emotion.

I let out a breathy chuckle, "I told you about this an hour ago, how did you come up with so many plans, already."

Brendon smirks, "Magic."

He holds his hands up and wiggles his fingers around, his mouth hung open with his tongue draped over his bottom lip.

Brendon quickly grabs my face and kisses me.

"The fact that he thought it was okay to say such sexually degrading things... to my girl, it's despicable.", Brendon ranted.

"What an ass.", I agreed, attempting to laugh it off, again. Although I was just being sarcastic, you know, like going along with what he was saying.

"For now, would a movie work?", He compromised.

"Cuddles are prominent.", I request.

"And mandatory."

He laughs and nods, "I wouldn't want it any other way."

A/N: Part two coming pretty soon. I hope you guys liked it!! Thank you all so much for reading, commenting, voting, and all that. It means so much to me. Love youuu

-Emma💗