White Lines

Healing

This is a few months later. Sorry. I know you already probably read this but yeah I needed to make it clear.

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Everyone says "Be who you are" but when you do, society judges you. And it builds up your insecurity with every judgement you hear about you. The fact that others don't accept you, or understands you. And you just...turn into someone you're not. Just to fit in with everybody. A person afraid to make mistakes. But when you finally find someone who loves you dearly, and doesn't care about your flaws, but cherish it too. Then you will realize that not everyone will accept you, most will judge you, but others will love you and make you happy expecting nothing in return. You deserve to live the life you want...

Leah put down her pen and got up from the desk. It was almost 11:00 at night and Vanz was already upstairs.

I need sleep. She thought.

Noctis stopped her in the hallway by hugging her from behind.

"What are you doing up?" She asked him.

"I was up reading and just decided to go to bed." He said into her shoulder.

"I was writing, but am going to bed too."

"You know," he turned her around to face him, "you could always come to bed with me."

She pressed their lips together (standing on her tiptoes) and smiled, "god I love you, but no. I don't think Vanz would appreciate it, who else would she wake up in the middle of the night with all of her wiggling?"

"She will survive one night." He said.

"One night. That's it." She said.

He smiled and kissed her again, "I love you." He said against her lips.

"I love you too."

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Vanz opened her eyes, every night at the same time Leah would toss a pillow onto the top bunk to wake her up, but this time, everything was quiet and still. She couldn't hear Leah's breathing through the quiet stillness. She looked down to the bottom bunk to find an empty bed.

She climbed down and walked across the hall to see if Noctis had gone to bed yet. She was about to open her mouth when she saw a thick flow of blonde hair from underneath the covers curled up to his chest.

She huffed to herself and shut the door back. Figures.

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Leah yawned and buried her face deeper into Noctis's side. It was too early for her to be getting up.

Noctis groaned and squeezed her slightly. The sound of the stereo downstairs rang quietly through the room through the gap between where the door should have been latched.

"Who the fuck opened the door?" he mumbled.

Through her tank top Leah could feel the scars on his wrists lightly pressing to her back. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to delete the image of his shredded wrists the first time she saw them.

"A-are you okay leah?" Noctis asked worriedly.

"Let me see your wrists." She said.

He sat up and clicked the lamp on the nightstand on, exposing his wrist to her. The cuts were healing and had turned into mostly white lines, blending in with the rest of his arm.

She traced the lines with the tip of her index finger and sighed. He looked at her sympathetically and ruffled her hair lightly, "I'm healing."

Yeah. Healing. She thought.