Where Stars Collide *ON HOLD*

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My night dress skimmed my thighs as moonlight pooled on my porcelain skin, casting a cold hue that spilled into my glass bones.

I glanced at the clock, smoothing my dark curls with my hand.

3.42am.

A stone hit my window, resounding against the brittle glass. I smiled and pushed it open, looking down on his silhouetted frame below me.

‘Hi,’ he whispered.

‘Hi,’ I whispered back.

We were soft whispers in the darkness, a touch of a hand in a coffee shop, stolen moments, constellations and rain.

There was a cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth as the left side of his mouth curled upwards, reminding me of his kisses.

I touched my lips briefly in ­­­­­­reflection, before climbing over the windowsill and setting my bare feet on the thick vines that grew outside my window. My cold hands gripped it tightly as I climbed down, feeling his arms circle my waist as I dropped to the ground. Glass dug itself into my sole but I ignored it, tugging his head towards me. ‘I missed you.’

We were lost in the darkness of his mind, our foreheads touching. Tilting my head back with one finger, he breathed smoke into my mouth and I inhaled him, touched his cheek softly. ‘Candy, candy, sweet as pie,’ he whispered into my hair. Our lips brushed gently, and I felt it all the way down to my toes. When I kissed him, his lips were salty.

I laced my fingers with his and tugged him towards his truck, noticing dried beach roses on the dashboard and glass bottles of iced tea. I look into his hooded eyes, were a storm lay.

We illuminated each other.

His smirk grew into a smile as he lifted his hand, taking the cigarette by his thumb and forefinger and dropping it on the ground. Amber splashed his shoes. He reached for me, pulling my back against his chest, his left arm wrapping around my stomach, holding me close enough to feel his heat radiating through the thin cotton between us and seeping into my skin. His lips rested on the side of my neck, not kissing me, just there.

He sat back onto the hood of his truck and I shivered when the backs of my legs touched cold metal. There were soft guitar chords floating around us from the radio.

We were glances, fragments, lonely days and torn out notebook paper.

He picked up the joint that was beside him, perhaps from earlier and passed it to me. I climbed onto his lap, blowing clouds of smoke upward, watching it spiral into the darkness.

His eyes locked with mine, covered with his too-long black hair, and they were wide with wonder and insanity and explosion. ‘I’m so fucking high,’ he breathed.

I pressed my hands either side of his face and kissed him, absorbed all of his craziness and night air and vanilla. He was passion, cold coffee and cities on cold nights.

We were surrounded by moonlight and smoke and mellow guitar chords. He ran his nose along my neck to my shoulder.

   I was loved, so fucking high and happy as a bird.

I looked up and I was fading with the stars.

// n / a // just want to add that this is a memory c: 

im so sorry for not updating earlier, im on holiday and the wifi has been..difficult, hehe. love you all, dont forget to treat yourself once in a while. have an ice cream for me c:

lots of love

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