a sinner's preach

2: by courtesy of the choices i've made

(in kind regards for the first chapter reaching 666 reads i thought it was fitting to update for that reason only LOLOLOLOL, not rly but this is the kind of plot which is too delicate to write bc i don't wanna mess it up when im so proud of it, but reallY THANK UYOU SO MUCH im LUv for u) u thot this wasn't gonna have a part 2??? guess again!!!

Kindness is a trait you say you lack yet when I'm watching you as you give money to the homeless when we're already in debt, I see it in your brown eyes. Your irresistibly dark brown eyes which have seen the world through its evil more than I have, you have moments when you like to ignore the flaws and enjoy what you can.

Something I've learnt.

When we're planning a getaway to get my mind away from the life of the pastor, the days that I've spent under her body could've rounded equivalent to the times I had visited church my whole life. A staggering amount that doesn't shock me, nor does it shock the girl when I tell her.

Lips pressed to a blunt and a curl just tipping up, "I'm not surprised." She says just ghosting me a look as she lights the stick up.

Something I've seen her do a lot, even though her addictions are going to get her killed, I don't think she minds. Countless times when I've reminded her that those sticks are harmful, "you'll die Camila, you know that right?"

Are the times she snaps at me to really remind me why I shouldn't bother commenting.

How can you stop someone's addictions if they've been addicted for so long? I ask myself the same thing and think less of it until I think about quitting Camila when I've become so addicted.

Her cigarette kisses and her soft hands, her bunched hair and flawless skin, a part of me never whats to think of a time I was away from her so I swallow down the thought and continue with my day, reminding myself to never bring it up again.

Camila's car is old, its been tampered with and I hate to see Camila driving anything else but this because it suits her so much, dark and rough on the edges but still perfect in between. Like her I believe.

There's the lowly playing radio once we get out of town, the wind in my hair and Camila driving the car, when she looks over at me she smiles, something that's been radiating her face since we'd got into the vehicle and it makes me want to tell her to pullover so I can kiss it silly off her face. Barely half an hour into the journey already and I don't think she'll appreciate stopping already when we have so much to see.

Daft. Call me a daft idiot for thinking so much when we're in the car because Camila picks up on it before I can fully understand.

She nudges my knee which is barely covered with my skirt that playing along the wind, "whats on your mind babe?" She mumbles, only glancing on me for a couple of seconds before looking back at the road.

Ahead of us the sun is dipping into the horizon and the sky has exploded in colours that leave you in awe, right now I'd rather look at Camila when she smiles. It's that kind of heart ached feeling.

"Just thinking." I reply, balancing my head on my arm as I look out of the open window. We're moving fast since there's barely any traffic and it's getting late. We should've left earlier but we might've gotten caught up on a couple of things.

Things like Camila needing more time to pack, time to kiss me slow even though we were going the same place, closing the door one more time to relish my body under hers. The thoughts make me dizzy for a moment and clamp my thighs shut.

"About what?"

You.

I wish I could say but I know that's not the case because there has been so much that has been going on since my dad dying, since addictions taking over people and since I realised that I don't have much left besides Camila. We've been trying and that's all that matters, we both were able to find a job and the time she's not working or getting back her education, we're locked in her room for hours on end exploring bodies.