More Like A Memory

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Eliza POV

I was waking through the woods, as I clenched my fists against my pale blue lighter. I needed the satisfaction of destruction.

That feeling had been getting a hold of me more often than not in the late, and it was bugging me. I even though I wouldn't admit it, it was love.

I noticed the abandoned trailer Theo and I used to hang out in, and ran over to it.

I took out the Polaroid of us Theo and I hugging, and began to burn it. The photo fell to the ground, causing flame to spread.

I started to sob. I liked Theodosia, and she could never feel the same way. So I did what I normally did, burned shit nobody cared about anymore.

I noticed the flame had grown quite a bit, and I couldn't see an exit.

Panic started to rise up inside of me.

I looked around, realizing I was trapped.

Theodosia POV

I was taking more Polaroids when I noticed it had began to smell like smoke.

I followed the scent, realizing it had come from a run-down trailer. I peered inside, and saw a familiar figure.

Eliza.

I panicked, I could not let my crush die.

I managed to find a small opening, and rushed inside. Eliza stood still, probably in shock. It looked as if she had been crying.

"Eliza?! What the hell?!" I screamed.

"Theo! What are you doing here?!" She screamed in return.

"Saving you!" I yelled, then ran up to her, and scooped her up in my arms.

Her and I managed to escape, just in time.

"Why the fuck were you in that place?!" I screamed as we returned to the lake I had been taking pictures.

"Pursuing my hobby," Eliza answered, crossing her arms defensively as I put her back on the ground.

"Is your hobby burning stuff?! Because you need to get a new hobby, like reading," I mumbled that part about reading.

"At least my hobby is more interesting than photography!" She remarked.

We stood closer to each other in demise, and both of us had our arms crossed and an annoyed look on our faces.

"Don't you dare insult photography!" I argued.

"Then don't insult pyromania!"

I noticed our faces had gotten quite a bit closer, and decided it was one of those 'now or never' moments.

I pulled her even closer to myself, and kissed her. To my surprise however, she kissed back.

You always seem to wonder
Why I take so many pictures
And that's because
I'm stopping things in movement
With one little "click"
I'm capturing something
That could be gone
Any second
And you
Could be gone any second
So tell me,
Can I take a picture of you?
-Theo
5:06 a.m.