Dark Blue | c h

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She had found out she was leaving a day earlier that morning. Now she only had 5 days to end their little fairytale.

Why couldn't she be like other girls, she always thought. Ones that meet boys in high school and they eventually get married. They'd start a family and live in perfect little suburbia.

Instead she had met someone that was then murdered and another who she didn't even know the identity of. What a big fuck up, she thought to herself.

He had the same thoughts. Why couldn't they just meet in the light, not darkness and he could explain why he wouldn't be there for a while and everything would be fine?

Because the entire situation wasn't fine. No matter how hard he tried to tell himself that they would finish things from where they started when he got back, he couldn't help but feel that this was the end.

4 days and it was over. Their fairytale was about to expire just like the spoiled milk Luke wanted to use in the morning for his cereal.

He saw the back of her head again when she went to the store that day. Ashton saw her face and told everyone how attractive the neighbor was when he went back in. Something inside him snapped, mostly because it wasn't him that saw her and he ran upstairs and locked himself in his room, tears escaping his eyes at the thought of leaving one of the only ones that truly cared.

She had smoked out in the front instead of the balcony again. She decided it'd be best to savor the moments she had with him. She was also nervous and craved the nicotine earlier than normal.

He had an urge to go out to the front of their house that night. However, he stayed back and waited for their time to appear on his clock. He walked outside at exactly the right time but she wasn't there.

She wiped the tears from her bright green eyes and washed her face, trying to get rid of the redness. She spoke to herself, trying to get the shakiness out of her voice. She dried her face and ran her hands through her hair before walking out of the bathroom.

She tiptoed through the massive hall until she slipped into her room, gravitating towards the balcony door. She opened it cautiously and walked outside, catching her breath.

"Canadian," he beamed.

"Kiwi," she mumbled.

"I thought you were leaving me out here all alone tonight," he spoke, smirking a little.

"I'd never leave you," she whispered, suddenly guilty of her actions.

"Good," he whispered back. "Because I don't know what I'd do with myself if you left me."

She couldn't see the frown hidden behind the darkness on his face or hear him strain to say his words. She was too worried about herself and tripping up.

"Cheesy fucker," she mumbled.

He grinned, staring down at his feet.

"8," he managed. "You have 8 questions left."

She smiled through the reemerging tears.

"Oh right. Um favorite song lyric?"

He wondered why most of her questions revolved around music but he answered quickly, saying the first thing that came to mind.

"The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley,

We can live like Jack and Sally if we want. You?"

Her mind flashed to a few but she smiled at the obvious one in her head.

"What didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all."

"Ed Sheeran," he asked.

She rolled her eyes.

"Of course, and yours is Blink."

He continued to stare at the cement below his feet.

"I didn't know you were into him," he mumbled.

She sighed.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Kiwi."

"I want to know all about you Canadian."

She threw her hands in the air and swayed as she began to sing a song.

"It's all about you, it's all about you baby, it's all about you, it's all about you baby."

She could carry pitch very well and she sounded good, he thought.

"Yeah, yeah," he spoke. "Be the cheesy one now."

She stopped singing when his voice reached her ears.

"No matter what, you'll be the cheesiest fucker, Kiwi," she smiled.

"Whatever Canadian," he yelled.

He reached toward his door.

"Oh so you're leaving me now Kiwi. I see how it is."

He couldn't help but smile wide towards her balcony.

"Night Canadian," he spoke. "I like you a lot."

She watched him step into his room and dropped to the cement.

"Night Kiwi," she whispered into the darkness. "I like you a lot too."

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