(darling - esbe)
They kept running, fresh and cold spring air hitting their faces at midnight. It was not them running from their problems, running from their responsibility. Simply running out of pure bliss.
Elizabeth felt the petals of the flowers between her fingers. The flower field was all they could take in at that point. They were tired of the constant need. The addiction. They needed to get away from the city, away from the people.
Brad fell down on the white flowers. The feeling of being free, something he usually never experienced. He used to be free, in that way of being alone. This was different. Better. He closed his eyes, and she joined, laying next to him.
Sure, drugs would be great, not even that - perfect even. They were fine. The moon was bright, as well as the stars. It was chilly, but not cold.
He looked at her, admiring her features. Her blonde hair that went just above the shoulder. Her ivory skin. She seemed like an angel to him. A angel with the devil's mind.
He put a white flower in her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. His brown eyes flickered between each of the blue ones, almost navy in that lightning. "I see you in my dreams."
Elizabeth opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The exhausting memory of him annoying her. He had changed. Something in him was different, but she didn't know what it was.
But Brad did. He dreamt about her. Not because there was a reason to, not because he dreams about them together. She just happened to be a lot on his mind.
His eyes went swiftly to her lips, then letting his tired body fall down on the flowers again. Brad himself felt different. His thought process was directed at something else.
Pupils hiding under the heavy eyelids. Tongue wetting the chapped lips. Smile, that made his lips stretch out. His hair was frizzy, and so was hers. Her lips was not as dry, but her mouth was.
It was a long time ago she had water, or so she felt. Who would have thought that she would get tired of alcohol. The burning in her throat. Satisfying the need she had. Now she just wanted water.
At that moment right there, she just wanted to live normal.
Was that too much to ask? Brad was speaking to God through his thought process, that pretty much was the same as hers. He wanted it as well. How he regretted starting on the drug abuse again.
And asking for a better and normal life, was probably too much to ask. He hadn't been loyal, and that made him depressed. Made his eyes wet even.
How could he be so blind?
Not seeing that he had spent his youth on sinning. Not seeing that it was too late to make it okay. And it was only getting worse.
