lullaby // phan

pt.3

i opened the door weakly, attempting to be quiet but failing as the hinge creaked. i stepped inside cautiously, throwing my luggage onto our ragged velvet sofa and shaking off my jacket. i slipped off my shoes, which were unfortunately crocs, as i didn't have the choice of purchasing shoes i had wanted. i hated that he controlled me.

but i had to do this.

i ambled towards the kitchen, peering through the tiny crack in the unpigmented door. dave had been leaning his lower back against the side of the marble counter top, his legs crossed lazily and a huge, irksome smirk plastered on his toned skin. my stomach churned with anger and betrayal, and my eyebrows furrowed immensely as my vision blurred with complete sadness. he continued to type vigorously onto his phone screen, laughing mischievously and his shoulders lifting slightly from overjoy. it was until now the anger had completely took over me, and i pushed the door open, almost too hard, causing me to tumble in and fall on top of the cracked tiles. dave looked up, virtually entertained, the playful smirk on his lips forming into a snarl.

"now, this should be interesting." he chuckled, crossing over his arms. i stood up, fumbling with my fingers and still breathing wearily. i patted my pocket, feeling for the box i had bought my time away. i anticipated this would fix our relationship, as i no longer wanted to argue with him, no longer wanted to get hurt, no longer felt like i was being used. no longer wanting to escape from the beast. my thoughts on love was like a cheesy romance or a sweet disney movie, a sad boy meeting his prince and going on magical adventures that were beyond this earth, flying carpets, to glowing lanterns and talking furniture. all white smiles, watching the ocean swallow the sun as it turned to dusk-a "happily ever after". was that so much to ask for?

i pulled out the small, black leather box, kneeling timidly on one knee as my lips quivered. i leisurely unlatched the package, the sparkling silver ring protruding happily from the dark material tucked behind it.

"w-will you marry me?" i spoke. he walked over to me, unsure, taking the ring from its box and holding it to the light, inspecting it, before throwing it carelessly onto the kitchen counter.

"maybe if you actually dressed nice for me, babe, then i might consider marrying you." he laughed, taking out his phone and proceeding to take a call.

my heart had shattered to pieces, my mind replaying how he hardheartedly threw the ring aside, as if it was a 5% off coupon or a handful of stray 1p coins. i stormed outside, swinging open the front door and instantly being hit with the chilling breeze, my matted fringe flying from my sweating forehead, and the leaves on the trees swaying to the sharp whistles swirling through the air. the only smell invading my nostrils was the cold wind, the autumn leaves beginning to cascade to the ground, only a few cars speeding past, the dead leaves gliding across the pavement. i scrambled for my car keys, finally unlocking it with my trembling fingers, stepped into my car, and slumping my heavy head onto the wheel and loudly sobbing, as if i was crying out for help. the car was continuously beeping, so i flopped backwards and sunk lower in the car seat, drained. worthless. tired. i've tried so much, for him,

and i can't run.

i started the engine, the smoke pumping from the back and a loud roar. i began to drive, turning the corners onto unfamiliar roads and being met with unfamiliar faces, although it didn't matter where i was heading. anywhere would be right.

i finally settled outside a small, cute café, with pastel blue tiles and a small flashing sign spelling "welcome!" hung on the door. i stepped out of the steamy car, opening the door that sung a "ding!", the overpowering woft of sweet tea and brownies slapping me in the face. a short woman, wearing a petite white hat and a petite black apron came twaddling towards me, raising her head to talk to me.

"hello sir! follow me and i'll find you a seat." she smiled kindly, as i followed her to a comfy two-person table in the corner, right beside the misty windowed wall. i sat down on the wooden chair, pulling myself in and the metalic legs making a horrible squeaking sound as it scraped across the tiles. i cringed, sticking out my tongue in disguist and seeing a beautiful, pale boy laughing from opposite the room. i smiled, feeling myself heat up from embarrassment as i scanned the menu. my eyes landed on a bacon sandwhich, so i raised my hands for assistance. the same small woman came striding towards me her lips curving into a respectful smile,

"are you ready to take your order?"

"yes please. i'll have one bacon sandwhich." i confidently spoke as i pointed to my order on the small printed menu.

"any drinks?"

"a ribena would be good, thanks." she scribbled everything down onto her pocket-sized notepad, nodding breifly then bobbing away into the kitchen, returning with my drink.

"your order will arrive shortly."

as she walked away once again, I turned back round to the perculiar, but stunning boy. he caught my eyes, raising an eyebrows questionably and grinning playfully. i quietly chuckled to myself, momentarily fumbling with my fingers and looking down at my lap. looking back up, he had been pulling the funniest face, his hands sprawled across his chin and making it so he had more chins than before presented. i laughed, too loud, catching others attention and shading red from embarrassment yet again. My food arrived, thankful, i quickly gobbled down each bite. nearly spitting out my food as i looked up from my plate and seeing the weird boy making faces at me. i liked him, skin a fair pale, and his hair perfectly placed across his head. his eyes were so intriguing, although i couldn't figure if they were blue? green?

"are you finished, sir?" the waitress asked, awakening me from my trance. i nodded frantically, the boy covering his mouth from giggling. i smiled, until the waitress placed the bill in front of me. shit. i thought. i didn't bring any money.

"oh crap.. i didn't bring any money." and I scratched the back of my head unsure. i pulled out every piece of paper from my pockets for some sort of change, but obviously finding nothing.

a pale hand placed a single five pound note on top of my bill, then looking up and seeing the mysterious boy. he looked even prettier close up, freckles dotted across his nose, the roots in his obsidian hair turning a light shade of ginger, and his eyes, his eyes,

you could go swimming in those eyes

his pink, paled lips curved into a smile, a smile that made my heart..

stop.

he smiled even wider, if that was even possible, his cheeks filling with roses and the crinkles in his eyes beginning to form. his fingers reached for my chin, his touch so delicate, his skin like cotton, tilting my head upwards.

you could go swimming in those eyes

"i'ts okay, you don't have to pay me back." and with those final words, the warmth of his touch escaped my skin and he happily strolled out.

"ding!"

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an: this is a longer chapter ! it's not like anyone asked for longer chapters anyway, no one reads my stories lmao