From its roots to its silky tips a hand was running amorously those loose sun-kissed strands. It has gone unnoticed for how long, probably through the entire drive. Chestnut strands she's too coped up feeling smoothly cascading down the back of the still asleep Andrea
Amber's P.O.V
Probably this will be her now's favorite thing to do, much to just watching her from afar but serenely tucking her sleep in such tranquil state. She thought of how she made the right decision, letting Alfred took them off to their destination. To be caught up in a moment, for her to relived the third time she get to view Andrea asleep this close.
The rest of the world embraces their dreams each night but the closer look of fatigue underneath the girl's close lids spokes volumes futile nights of conflicting thoughts.
Guilt chastises her for letting mad emotions swept the best of her and leave. The bad habit she does best still. Amber sighs.
Disappointments and anger then distrust. Are both of them not the same victims of those ridiculed past?
The decision of dragging her despite of the confounding awareness regarding how'd the girl been through. She was the poor unwanting subject from the twisted turns of their lives, so much undeserving ends. Amber should have known better however she has let rage surpassed her genuine intentions towards Andrea.
She tried so hard not to care anymore convincing herself that the young lady was nothing but a self conceited and egocentric replica to her own blood, but she just feel so much. So much care for the captivating mess that now lies peacefully on her arms. Oh why it internally pulverized her iron steel of wall whenever a glint of sorrow leaked through those auburn eyes how much more when those grief trickled down those pale cheeks? Amber melts deep down like a molten rocks of lava.
Andrea moved closer incoherent words she mutters that prompt her watcher an adoring smile.
She carefully tucked away the strand that cover those perfectly full lips. Amber is never a fan of perfumes but the sweet mild so feminine yet so magnetizing scent of Coco mademoiselle Chanel Paris Andrea wears radiates her breathtakingly drawing the blonde, addictively to her.
Her heart thumped in accordance with those slow shallow breathes.
It was hard to imagine that this was the same girl that ridiculously pulled out fucking firecrackers in her dull light diminishing world. For the first time in her life the respectably well-kept Amber Nicole Cornell was publicly humiliated not just once but absurdly numerous times and the irony behind it was by the lady she dearly cherish undeniably.
"I liked it here." The red haired girl mumbles scooting closer, rasps from her just-woke up state making her softly grin.
"I can tell." She hums then continues playing with her hair.
"Am I making you feel uncomfortable?"
"Just do as you please." Amber response.
"It doesn't work one way. I better should get up then."
Before Andrea tries to sit up she stopped her.
"As you were." She soothes her back. "It's a long drive. I want you here."
It might just be an imagination to her but those pale cheeks went red.
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Heart's Melody (girlxgirl)
RomanceShe was bawling in pain with every stroke she does on those piano keys. Her shoulders were shuddering, her voice was trembling as she sang those lyrics with great torture. I was ambivalent of what really was happening? I was lost but one thing's for...
