Wing Ridden Angel | ✔️

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Blue meets brown in a sea of people. My heart stutters and I am a mess of muddled thoughts. I am supposed to be going to the bus, walking inside and sitting in my usual seat at the way back, but instead I am walking towards him. My heart is in my throat and I want to turn around, but it's too late.

He smiles, that lopsided smile that makes me want to scream at him. I smile back, everything will be okay. He's wearing this goddamn blue sweater that makes him look so good. I want to cry.

We push past the back doors of the school, walking past the drop off zone and towards the small hill that leads to the tunnel. The October air whips around us, sending chills deep into my bones.

"It's quite cold today," he says. I nod in agreement. He stops and I nearly crash into his back.

"What the-"

"Shhh." He holds his hand up to silence me. I roll my eyes and wait. He turns to looks at me, eyes wide and bright. God, I love him. I shouldn't. "Thought I heard someone."

He cocks his head to the side, signaling that we should head inside.

Our feet crunch the dead leaves that had managed to get blown inside. The earthy smell of the concrete wafts up into my nose with each step and I nearly gag. It's so strong. The walls are filled with graffiti; him stopping to point at the ones he has done with his friends.

I carefully step over a mouse's corpse, it's fur still intact and pink tail curled around its body. Must have been recent; I say a silent goodbye to it and pick up my pace.

He's talking. I love when he talks about himself, the way he gets quiet and so genuine, like he's afraid I'll run at the slight mention of how imperfect he is. I want to tell him that I don't care about all that. That I've managed to look past his bad reputation and at who he really is. That the risk and danger of being with him fills me with some kind of excitement I cannot explain. That the mere thought of just how bad he is for me is enough to make me want him more.

I stay silent and allow him to talk.

We make it out the tunnel and back into the afternoon light. The warmth of the tunnel rushing from our bodies and quickly replaced with the cold of outside. We cross the silent road and make our way onto the sidewalk.

I stare at the back of his head, watching each strand of bronze-blond hair move with the wind.

"You okay?" I startle at the sound of his voice. I look up to find him looking at me intently. "What's up?"

I shake my head, nothing's wrong. Well, I'm trying to convince myself that nothing's wrong. I shoot him a small smile, hoping it's enough to convince him that I'm okay.

He presses against me, shoulder pressing into mine and fingers ghosting mine. "You sure?"

I smile for real this time. His touch instantly making me feel better.

He smiles and tugs me along, guiding me down a hill , up another and to his home.

Everything will be okay.