Magnets ➳ Dylan O'Brien

thirty ; real life

➥ thirty ; real life

EMMY COULDN'T HELP but feel the wet tears slide down her face. She couldn't help her facade of devastation and her shattered heart show itself. It was written across her face and demonstrated through her body language.

Her face was pale, skin only moist from her cries, and lips cracked. With puffy skin surrounding bloodshot eyes, drained of happiness and developed due to lack of sleep.

The flight was long. In fact, she could've slept the entirety of it but her mind was running wild. Forcing her to picture Dylan, flying off the moving car.

      The desperation in his eyes to perfect the shot, the need to think of something other than the girl who was breaking his heart. Even when he knew he deserved it.

       So there she sat.

            On the dirty hospital chair, under the dim lighting. It was overwhelming to the girl. Hospitals were overwhelming in general, either birth or death took place between these walls. An "in between" was not a regular occurrence.

      "You can go in you know," the nurse at the desk whined, never looking up from the desk, "I already told you ma'am, you're on the list."

      Emmy brought her head up from her hands as her chest hovered her knees. "I-I know," she spoke beneath her breath, unable to raise her voice.

     The nurse continued filling out patient forms while the girl starred at the pen dancing across the paper.

      After a few moments of debate, the weakened young lady stood up, walking slowly towards the hospital room that held a bruised boy.

       Her hand shaking, it gripped the knob, pulling it to open the room. There he laid.

       Hair unkept, no gel, strands pressed on his forehead. Slight stubble, distracting from the scars and bruises covering the once clear skin merely a month before.

Amongst Dylan were piles of get well balloons, flowers, and cards. But there he laid. Beautiful and angelic despite the machines attached, making Emmy replay the first moments she saw him.

Emmy advanced towards the boy, trying her absolute hardest not to burst into sobs. Her small warm hand placed upon his cold large one.

A murmur emerged from his lips, the ones she yearned to kiss, "Hey beautiful."

With the sound of his voice, the damn broke. The tears spilled, and the guilt poured. Em held his one hand with two of her own, rapidly shaking. She choked out, "I-I, I did this t-to you!"

He moved his body to face her, dismissing the pain of moving when sore. Dylan cupped her face, rubbing with his thumbs softly.

"No you didn't. You should've been told about McKenzie. Don't argue with me on that, I really don't have the energy to."

Emmy knew it was the time to say the words. She knew it was now or never to confess her longtime feelings for the boy.

"I-I don't want to lose you. I-I love you."

    Those were the words he needed to hear.

   Dylan leaned in, taking in the now faint smell of her sweet perfume, studying everyone of her features. Both lovers glanced at one another's lips, wanting them to be pressed together. So they did.

    
      The two allowed there lips to passionately connect. Emmy melted in the boy's arms and Dylan felt safe with her simple touch.

"I love you too, Em."

      Both felt at home.

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