❝I understand..but why is it that someone with such a beautiful heart prays for it to stop beating?...❞
A girl who's ridiculed with night terrors,
A boy who's suicidal,
Different yet the same,
They meet at midnight.
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T H E M| N I G H T T W O| P A R T O N E
SHE slowly laid her back on the thorny, viridian grass, releasing an unrestricted sigh, she has been holding since dawn arose. The feeling of contact with the phenomena of the physical world sent shivers to roam her languid body. Her eyes shut, not in fear or anguish but in tranquility and contentment with the state of mind she was in for the time being. She loved it. The goosebumps soon faded away and that pleasant feeling dim down. She just wanted it to last a bit longer, wanted to cling on to it a bit longer yet she couldn't get that sensation again.
She unraveled her eyes to look at the piece of technology that laid on her side. Her fingers grasp the phone, letting her eyes adjust to the brightness as she unlocked it with her fingerprint. Her fingers swiped through the many vivid, color blinding apps on display for her viewing pleasure. She clicked on Spotify. Her favorite one. Her eyes breeze through the endless options of songs in her fall feeling playlist until it reached "bitches broken hearts" by Billie Eilish.
The sounds of her melodic tone swirled in her ears and bounced to her not so stable brain. The pleasure center in her brain illuminate just a tab, wanting to gain that same feeling as before but it gave up. She continued to vibe along with the sad song, it kept her from falling asleep.
"It's official, Billie Eilish's voice is the audio version of an aphrodisiac," She said to herself in all seriousness.
A mellow, rasp chuckle emitted from the depth of someone's throat. It made her realize that she wasn't alone. Her eyes meet his as he hovered over her relaxed figure. Hands embedded in his gray jean pockets, shifting from side to side, awkwardly. Both beings studied one another, eyes kept unswerved. His heartbeat remained at a steady pace as he gazed at the beautiful girl with the tattoo. The marking was placed on her wrist in delicate cursive writing like the artist took it's time to make sure it was perfect for her. The art of her was gone, is what it spelled out.
He was just as curious about her tattoo as she was his.
She cleared her throat, removing her gaze from him, feeling the intensity between them heightened. The upper part of her body leaned forwards with her arms entangled around her leg. She turned her face away from him, embarrassed at the way she looked at him earlier.
"You came back," she finally said.
"Yeah, I enjoyed the silent company." She heard the sounds of footsteps coming in contact with the noisy grass. She stared at the beaten down vans that were in her line of sight. Somehow the shoes intrigued her more than the one who has them on. Her mind started to wonder what insane things he might have done during the duration of having the shoes.
Jumped over fences,
Ran like hell,
Or buried a body.
Who knows.
He sat down beside her, not knowing what to say. From what he noticed talking to her stopped his mind from traveling to those Godforsaken thoughts that cursed his whole existence, every single day.
He saw the way she was eyeing his worn down checkered Vans. He took the opportunity to start a conversation. "These," He pointed at his Vans. "Have been through hell and back with me. I honestly don't know how they survived through the years."
"Did you murder someone with those shoes on?" She questioned, placing her eyes on his alluring face.
He was thrown back by such a peculiar question but then responded with the corners of his lips tugged upwards. "maybe,"
Her expression was blank for a few moments, processing what he had just said. She let out an unhindered, blissful laugh fall from her desirable lips. Her soft coils of hair danced along with the movement of her head, causing his eyes to watch the brown skinned beauty.
Her laughter soon died down. She looked at him and said, "Vana, my name is Vana."
"Roman." He looked right back at her.
As for some odd reason both of them felt as though they knew each other, like long lost souls from another lifetime. Both felt as those they can lay their unwind-ed thoughts on the other and not get a confused look in return. After truly looking into each other's eyes the fear of being ridiculed slowly began to diminish.
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Hopefully, you liked this chapter.
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This is part one of night two. Part two will be more conversation, of course.
