From Once To Always | ✓completed

nineteen

Bailey's Pov-

The corners of my mouth quirked up into a small smile as I walked down the stairs, on my way to get Macy an ice pack. I don't know what she's doing to me but I can't stand to see her even the slightest bit hurt. I don't know what I would do to myself if I ever hurt her.

Whenever she looks at me, I feel like I immediately need to straighten my posture, fix my hair... Look good for her. I've always wanted to see her smile. I bet it lights up a room. I want to hear her laugh, which I bet can make every one of my problems disappear instantly. Most of all, I want her to take care of herself. I'm not going to make her stop fighting, because I know how much it matters to someone. I mean I do it for two reasons, money and the fact that Being a gang leader and the stress that that puts upon you, I need some form of exercise.

Everyone does it for a reason, I just need to find hers. She doesn't realize that if she doesn't care for herself, others will care even more about her. She's such a mystery and I can't figure her out.

I sigh and make my way back to her room, I sigh and shake my head, pulling myself out of my thoughts. I grab a new ice pack and make my way back up the stairs. Back to Macy, the girl that's making my head turn. I open the door to the room that she's staying in, and I open my mouth, about to say something.

That is until I see that Macy is no longer there unless she melted into a puddle of blankets. Which, by the way, are now all over the floor. I see that the window is open. I walk over to it and look down. I sigh when I see a mattress down below. I roll my eyes, knowing that it wasn't a break-in, instead of a breakout.

I hop onto the mattress while getting my keys out of my pocket. It's starting to get lighter outside, as it's turning to morning. I unlock my car, which I got from Macy's house after the fight, and start the engine. I drive around the area, searching for Macy. My hands were clenching and unclenching against the steering wheel.

That's when I see the bar. It's tucked in between some trees, sorta hidden away, escaping from the world. I was about to park in the parking lot so that I can go in but then I see Macy. She's lying, passed out against a tree.

Her usual tan skin is quite pale and she has a lazy smile across her face. Her brown eyes closed. I poked her. Probably not the best idea. It didn't work so I gently shook her awake. Her eyes fluttered before they opened.

Her eyes were hickory, as rich as the earth's soil; stained with the color of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wraps around you like a blanket; engulfs you in its warmth and makes you feel at home. Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls seized the depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories, which imprisoned the sweetness of saccharine chocolate and the bitterness of strong coffee. They consisted of raw emotion and if you observe closely, they will reveal to you the exact thought that crosses the marvels of her ominous mind.

On the other side of all that... Her brown-mahogany orbs scintillated with a mischievous glint that could be noticed next to the umber that rimmed her iris. They glow with humor and playfulness that never seem to escape her eyes. Nevertheless, her eyes possess sorrow that placed a melancholic veil, which cloaked her eyes; it seemed as if it made the happiness in her eyes matte.

I stared straight into her eyes. Then, she smiled. The smile was the most breathtaking thing ever. Her smile shone like stars after dark, with no city lights to dim them. For at that moment time stopped to stare and admire her. Despite everything she's been going through, she still persisted to smile and be the one thing that brightened up even the saddest of days. After I got over the shock of her smiling at me, I continued to look into her eyes

And, when she smiled. The corners of her beauteous eyes lustered happiness in soft twinkles, which reflected the light that made her eyes copper against caramel. Likewise, her eyes glazed with a liquid that will reveal to you the pure blissfulness, which glistered inside the almond, circumscribed by eye-lined lashes.

Her iris was a large stain of wood and ebony pigments... Its size gave it a sense of innocence and purity. This is the part where you can see all the buried kindness eclipsed behind the saturated color of fine, exquisite oud. There was some sort of goodness in her eyes, which tells you that no matter what she did, their intention will never carry any hint of malevolence or malignity whatsoever.

The kindness may not be necessarily be shown or exposed. But if you look closely, you can reveal all the mysteries that are hidden in the deep beds of those big, brown eyes. From the surface of the stolen specks in sunlight to the abyss in the abysmal depths of dusky auburn.

"You know it's rude to stare," she says after a few minutes. She still has a goofy smile stretched across her face. It instantly made me smile as well. That's when I realized...

"You're drunk," I say, still half dazed, admiring her features.

"Pffft, nooooo. There's no possible way I could be dru-," she starts but is cut off as her eyes go wide and she leans over throwing up. I reach out and hold her hair back as she empties whatever she recently drank or ate.

She groans as she sits back up leaning her head back against the tree.

"That's what you get for getting drunk," I said as I stood up before I leaned back down to pick her up. I carried her bridal style.

"I can walk you know," she complains, while looking back up at me.

"Mhmm, sure you can," I say as she changes positions. She wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and nuzzles her head into my shoulder. She's like a teddy bear. How adorable, I think to myself as I look down at her.

Her breath has evened out, telling me that she is asleep. I walk over to where I parked my car and gently pried her off of me. I gently set her into the passenger seat and shut the door. I quickly hop into the driver's seat and I hit the road. This time, we're going to my place.

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