What were you drawn to?
Opening the door and seeing her there with perfectly placed freckles while his own cheek still stings from the blow. Her eyes were innocent and wide but still always as lovable. He still adored her. Words hung like steel strings from his brain; uncuttable and unable to come to the conclusion that she was in his home, knocking on his door with a hand he could only ever dream of holding. Her eyes were soft, not particularly worried but obviously confused about his current state. "Your father let me in."
Suddenly his lungs felt like they were collapsing. he was on the cold floor, clutching his chest, yearning to breath and– she was speaking. He could barely hear her over he ringing in his ears and the thought that his heart was on fire and oh god why him? Her touch rippled like a stone thrown into a pond on his skin and distracted him momentarily from the unbearable pain and beating drums in his mind. Were the lockers rattling? Was the room melting? Was she moving closer?
They met and he fell, the ringing still with him as he held her for the first time. He felt offended. Someone had hurt the girl, blood making a line from her ear to her jaw. Though she could scream as well, she did not get know it's power. He kept his hold on this vision of holy light, his way of repaying her for entering his life.
But everything changed again.
It was crisp and white, the lights blindingly bright and reflecting off of every surface for miles. It smelt like death but he didn't dare look across the board to his player. Instead he looked to the girl who had broken this game.
He was torn away from this memory again, ankle screaming and tearing between steel teeth. His ankle screamed in protest but he kept moving because he felt her presence. I couldn't sworn he was here, he almost heard her voice.
Now they came in flashbacks, the memories flipping quickly through his mind and so fast that he could only catch a few of them. Asking her if she was okay after a deer had jumped through the windshield of her car. Hugging her, holding her for the second time in his life, telling her it wasn't her fault that the woman who had made her ear bleed was gone.
One final scene broke through him. Taking her hand in his, begging her to come back to him. Her Forest green eyes had dulled, she hadn't responded, was she even really here. And he loved her. God he loved her so damn much.
What were you drawn to?
"Her."
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Authors note:
THIS IS BASED OFF OF THE BEST DAMN VINE I HAVE EVER SEEN. So this might not even make any sense unless you've seen it because I didn't go super specific with the scenes.
https://vine.co/v/51QTWAYIK2H
Comment, read, watch that vine on loop forever.
-Chloe
