If you're struggling like I am
Can't we make things a little easier?
//OR//
IN WHICH...lost love comes back under the worst circumstances.
[MEAGAN LEAVEY A.U.]
[OC X MORALES]
[OC X OC]
[THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU...
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EIGHT:The Waiting Game
"The rain will always share a better story, believe me, this I know, but tonight the sky has no sorrow to tell. Tonight is all about the ones who worry. The ones who worry about losing the people they love."-r.m. drake
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Emma had been running for what felt like ages.
She despised her Civil Air Patrol PT nights.
Her heart didn't exactly work like it was supposed to. But there was no way she'd ever tell anyone that and ruin her reputation. Especially not-
"Emma!"
Troy.
Troy was running up to her to meet her on the running course.
As he ran up to her, she couldn't help but admire everything about him.
His soft brown hair that she desperately wanted to run her fingers through. He didn't have to run like the others, so his hair still looked as perfect as it did when they first arrived.
Hers, on the other hand, was a hot mess, sticking to her face despite it being pulled back into a ponytail. She was sure she looked like a homeless person.
And then his eyes. She got lost in his deep brown eyes every time they met her own.
She hated her own eyes, but somehow she loved his.
'There's something about his that makes them different. It's like they sparkle,' she would say.
Everyone but her knew that the reason his eyes seemed so bright when she looked into them was because he was always looking at her.
She was snapped back into reality when his shoulder bumped hers as they ran together.
"C'mon, Sealey, don't let me beat you now." He teased, looking down at her with a sly smile as he ran beside her.
She chuckled, already out of breath, and ran a bit ahead of him, challenging him when she shouldn't have.
He chuckled and quickly sped up to run ahead of her, turning around and running backwards to give her another one of his signature smiles.
When she laughed again, she noticed how tight her chest was getting and how it was slowly getting harder and harder to breathe.
As Troy turned back around to run facing forward, Emma watched the muscles in his back move before everything slowed down.
She was watching him move almost in slow motion. Her vision became clouded with dark spots and she felt herself running a little to the side.
