song: bitter sweet symphony by The Verve
Ross' eyes opened. He was greeted by the very plain and white decoration of the ceiling above him, realizing he was laying on the couch, and had fallen asleep here last night. With Laura.
He looked around. Where is Laura?
He got up immediately, alarmed by her presence lacking in his home. He looked around the house, and suddenly sniffed. Is that smoke?
He looked at the window, an ash tray, that had a fresh burning cigarette was there, dissolving to its end. "Laura?" he called.
He walked out the back, to the porch. There she sat, sipping on her cigarette poison as she ate the satisfactory of the death she so secretly craved, but the desire was strong.
"I thought I told you, no cigarettes, no alcohol." she only stared into the distance. What was wrong with her? He looked at her eyes from the side, they carried a very distant look that he could capture, as he admired the beauty before him.
"Fuck off. Did you actually think I could stop?"
"Yes-"
"No Ross. I don't want to deal with after effects. Already did, and I've felt worst in my life time." she states with another exhalation of years of youth to pass her by.
"Laura-"
"You dont understand Ross!!!" she snapped at him, swiveling her body at him, her arms hitting his chest with all she had. Unexpected and alarmed, he fell right onto the ground. She sat right onto the bench, endulging herself in her dirty airs.
"Maybe I do understand."
. . .
A few days passed, and soon enough; spring break was over. Ross was on his way to his new therapist , and unexpectedly, he didn't see her anywhere around the campus.
"Laura?" he called. He became alarm now, he didn't have a ride there anymore but most importantly he couldn't find his friend.
"Laura?" he called once more. "Laura!"
"You are really loud. I'm right here." she suddenly appeared right behind him. He jumped slightly at the sudden noise. He turned towards her, slightly shook.
"Jesus.. I've been looking for you all day? Where we're you?" he questions her in the slightest bit of worry; she looked like she hasn't slept for days.
"Don't worry about it. You have therapy right? I'll go with you." she said, pushing him slightly to continue walking.
"Um, are you sure? You don't look so good-"
"What the hell do you mean? I'm fine. Lets go." she insisted. You could hear the pack of cigarettes shuffling in her pockets. She pats his back slightly, instantly shoving her hands inside of her pocket, looking for a lighter.
"Strange how just a week ago, you we're my therapist. And one day later in an instant, you aren't. Cause you aren't even a real therapist." Ross continued, "Can't you go to jail for this?"
"My dad pulled some strings." she says, placing the cigarette in between her lips and lighting up the tip of it. She took a deep breath, inhaling the fumes that executed her breaking down of the body. "So of course i'm still here. Its like if nothing happened. That's what he does. I was only slightly grateful for that. I wouldn't be here, with you in this moment. If it weren't for him, I'd probably spend most of my life behind bars." she said, a mist of smoke exiting through her mouth and nose. Before Ross could say anything, she continued on with her thoughts.
"But what he's done is unforgiving. Its.. not fair. My mother had to go through all that, she was sent to prison Ross. For a crime she didn't do. I.. I don't know anymore." she deeply inhaled again.
"I..don't know what to say Laura."
"I'm sorry I got you mixed up in all of this. I didn't mean it for it to be this way. " she says in disappointment, giving him a look that asked for forgiveness.
"No its fine. I guess I needed a bit more action in my life anyways." he tried to make her feel better. "The things I've been through we're really setting me back in life for no reason." he explained in embarrassment. "Even through what you've been through all this time is so much worst than what I've gone through."
"Ross, you shouldn't feel bad for being depressed. Isn't that what makes a person depressed anyway? There are reasons why we are the way we are. But my well being shouldn't shape what you do, and most importantly," rambled on-
"You shouldn't let people around you like me take control of you and your future, and shape your destiny when it is you who should be painting a whole canvas worth of dreams. Dreams that wont be dreams anymore."
"Laura I-"
"Look, were here. See you after then? Tutoring tomorrow right? At least thats one thing I still have left. You still have to get through this school year. No way I can tolerate you failing in my hands. I'll see you after."
And with that, she walked away from the scene, the sunset overtaking the scenery as the two almost adult staged teenagers we're one feet away from something they'll never forget.
The edge of a cliff.
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