We Were Blue // Completed

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"You are the whole sky, and no amount of storms will make me unloved you."

-Lukas W

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It's human nature to want what we can't have. Like when you're sixteen and your mom warns you away from alcohol. Or like wanting the boy your parents have sworn away from ever seeing again. Or wanting the twin of your ex boyfriend. 

Maybe it's the danger that comes with the risk. Maybe it's the way Roman's lips felt on mine or the way he looks at me like he'd never forgive himself if anything happened to me. He's the absolute worst and best decision, the one that I know I shouldn't choose.

 Fuck. The world sure has a twisted sense of humor.

Roman doesn't know I'm awake yet. He's singing softly to the song on the radio and I can't bring myself to ruin the moment just yet. He's a shit singer, but I can't help but be slightly infatuated with the way his voice develops each lyric perfectly. 

The song ends and finally I shift alerting Roman of my wakefulness. The car smells like fast food and a hint of Roman's earthly cologne. He eye's me for a long second before turning his gaze back to the dusky road. "You hungry? We can stop somewhere." 

He let's go of a heavy yawn, his eyelids beginning to droop as he pauses at a red light. "Yeah food would be nice." I mumble, watching as he picks up the Wendy's cup and takes a large gulp. He sets it back down in the center compartment, it buzzes noisily with the vibration of the vehicle. 

He nods his head and takes a right turn. The area is practically deserted, like a ghost town with a few stubborn residents who refuse to leave like the rest. A small line of restaurants and fast food chains, along with a single run down gas station reside on either side of the two lane street. It's eerie, and a chill goes down my spine as I lock as with a burly man standing outside said gas station. 

"We can go there." I say pointing to one of the restaurants on our right. 

Roman pulls in the small parking lot of a tiny diner. The sickly green paint looks like the color of puke and is beginning to peel down the stucco exterior. The vibrant neon lights flicker the name 'Dave's Diner,' having both the A and I completely burnt out. Roman stares skeptically at the building. "I don't know about this place Fel, you sure you wanna go here?" 

I shrug my shoulders. "Sure, what's the worst that could happen?" When I step out of the car I immediately miss the warmth, the wind's much harsher here then it was in Virginia. "Where are we?" Up close the diner looks even worse than it did from afar, like if the wind blew just a little too hard it's topple right over.

He squints up at the inky sky, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Kentucky, almost in Missouri now," I wonder if my mother has noticed I'm gone yet, not that she would even care if I never came home. 

Roman opens the door and motions for me to walk in. There's not much more warmth in here and suddenly I wish I decided just to skip food all together. The bell digs above our heads and a small thin blond emerges from the back. Her smile is gigantic and a little too cheery and forced to possibly be genuine. 

"Hi, follow me." She squeaks, and I have to resist the urge to cover my ears at the high pitch. She bounces over to a booth and sets our menus on the table before taking our drink orders and skipping away. 

Roman sighs as he flips through the menu. "I don't want anything," He decides as he places the laminate page back on the wooden table. I raise an eyebrow and mumble a response before going back to looking at my options.