Ghost of You || L.H.

3.

"Do you have to perform tonight?" Her voice was sleepy and her arm draped, bent at the elbow, over top of my bare chest. Her sandy hair fanned over my arm that she used as a pillow and her dazed eyes followed her fingers tracing patterns into the toned flesh under her hand.

"Yes, Em," I said, leaning over and pressing a kiss into her hairline. "You're coming, tonight, aren't you?" I tried to keep the desperation from my voice as I silently begged her to come tonight.

"Do I ever miss a show?" she said, giggling softly as she tilted her head to rest her chin on my shoulder, over top of her hand that now rested there. Her curls tumbled around her face in the most intoxicating way and as she blinked it was as if time was slowing down. If I could have stayed in that moment forever, watching her long lashes bat at me just before her lips spread into an outright grin, I would have.

"Monaco, Tokyo, Los Angelas–"

"Hey! I was too at the L–A show, but we were fighting so I left before you saw me." I loved it so much that even though we were fighting–which was Emily for you were being a dick–she still came to the show to see me perform. Words couldn't express how happy that made me.

"Yeah, well," I said, a playful grin taking over my features, "you still missed Monaco and Tokyo." Her magnificent green eyes rolls back and she shook her head, saying something about how I'm never happy and pressing a kiss against my chest. I wasn't really paying attention, I was too busy mentally preparing myself for the night and just admiring her beauty.

Tonight was the night.

I reluctantly untangled our bodies, pulling the sheet back and searching for my briefs on the floor beside me. Or were they on the bed somewhere? My eyes scanned for them for about half a beat before traveling up her soft legs and taking in her body. No matter how many times my hands explored her curves, no matter how many times my mouth tasted her, it would not be enough.

My lip ring tugged against my lip and I realized I was biting it as I got lost in thought of her. She was perfect, and after tonight she would be mine for good.

I tore my eyes away from her body just in time for her to catch me staring. Her laugh sounded through the room and I stood up, pulling a new pair of the tight black cloth from my suitcase, giving up for my hunt for my first pair. As they glided up my legs, I turned to look at her over my shoulder, watching the way her nimble fingers snapped the hooks in place on her bra and pulled the straps up her arms.

"What?" she asked, getting on all fours to crawl to the edge of the bed where I stood in a daze. She stood on her knees once she was satisfied with her proximity to me, putting her hands on her full hips.

My eyes finally met hers and a smile spread across the both of our faces. "I just love you," I said, shaking my hair out as I bent down to grab a plain black shirt.

His hand rests on my shaking shoulder. He doesn't say anything, neither of us do as the sobs thrash through my body, leaving me more broken and beaten than before. I was hoping that if another person was here, keeping my mind occupied, then they would leave me alone. Now I'm not sure if I'll ever escape to painful memories. But, honestly, if that's all I have left of her, I'm not sure I want them to stop.

His hand leaves my shoulder for a brief moment, cold taking over the spot where it was. A shudder runs down my spine and I straighten myself up, pulling my hand out of my wall. I need to get my shit together. I know I do. But that's way easier said than done.

"Here," he says, placing a pair of black jeans and a random band tee in my up turned palms. "Go take a shower." I nod numbly and my feet carry me to the bathroom down the hall.