Damned liars

SIX

HI. 

IT'S BEEN SO LONG AND I'M SO SORRY. 

AND THIS STORY WAS SUCH A MESS. IT DIDN'T MAKE SENSE ANYMORE AND I HAD NO INTENTION OF GOING BACK AND STARTING IT AGAIN BECAUSE I LOVE THE PLOT NOW. 

THE CHARACTERS I HAD INITIALLY  CREATED HAD NO PLACE IN THIS STORY ANYMORE. 

IT DIDN'T MAKE SENSE  TO ME TO CHANGE SOMETHING I CONNECT TO SO DEEPLY JUST TO KEEP SOME CUTE AESTHETICS UP TO ATTRACT  READERS.

THIS STORY IS JUST ABOUT THE TWO OF THEM, AND IF THAT BOTHERS YOU I'M SORRY. 

THIS STORY IS FUCKED UP AND REAL AND ALL THE THINGS TOXIC AND RAW. 

I HOPE YOU KEEP READING IT.  I REALLY DO. 

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE YOUNG ONES WHO LEFT TOO SOON, TO SPEAKING THE TRUTH AND TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO WENT TROUGH SOMETHING LIKE THIS. 

I LOVE YOU.

"Feel like I be runnin' a race I'm not winnin, ran into the devil today and she grinnin'"                      

-Juice WRLD

LOVE WILL EAT YOU ALIVE 

The ocean.

Blue, deep, harsh and calm and so fucking infinitive. Always at your feet and yet always magnificent.
Did she look like the ocean when she was on her knees for him? Did she look so invincible and powerful? Did she look pretty enough for him to want to drown in her like she did in the ocean? Did she look so untouchable? Was she cool and cold? Why couldn't she be so blue?

He was. He was so fucking blue. She instead... No, she was just red.

Like a hot eerie fire always burning and burning everything around her until there was nothing left. Always destroying and leaving ashes and smoke in her wake. She was hot and heavy, like a warm blanket dragging you in, keeping inside trapped between her luscious lips leaving you burning and trashing and asking for more.

They were kissing and walking, stumbling down alleys, tripping and high, falling and crashing right into each other, right into the pits of hell. The apartment had never felt smaller, hot suffocating air polluting the space until they were spiralling, gasping for oxygen and something that wasn't each other's breaths. 

Every kiss peels an article of clothes away until they are nothing but a mess of moans and murmurs and want. Every gasp pushes them to the back of the apartment until they rip away from reality. The high had never felt so good. Her fingers grip his dark curls, desperate and needy as she spams,  tremors ripping through her body and sweat shining on her skin. A gasp and a punishing thrust. They rise together, eyes closed and seeing stars so close they feel like they can touch them and for that fleeting moment, maybe they can. But then they descend into darkness, sin enveloping them like warm sheets and burying them alive.  

-My darling, love will eat you alive-

She sinks into the bed and stares up into hazy eyes. As he dips down to brush his lips with hers she can almost taste it- the second wave of want pulsing through him. Fiery hands and smoky kisses dance across her skin, chasing the high. Finger tips trace veins from her throat to her bare hip and when his head follows she gasp in surprise.  He groans and flames lick at her skin or maybe it's his tongue tracing her pulse between her tights and when he breathes her name, the way only he seems to be able to do, heat ripples and floods in a sensational wave of pleasure. 

Her nails dig into his shoulders, painful and sharp like the cutthroat grin painted on his lips, cool and sharp, jagged and deadly like the edge of the blade against her throat. 

"Did you really think I didn't notice?"

Her head swam, she could feel her heart clawing up her throat in a desperate attempt to escape that blade or to meet him. She didn't even know. Her pulse throbbed painfully underneath her skin, a vicious reminder of his fingertips that were now wrapped around her throat.  

"Did you really think I did not see the guilt dripping down your cheeks?" 

Even with a blade against her, even as nothing underneath him- she could not escape him. With bruised lips and flushed cheeks, eyes still glazed over and sweaty skin he looked like a dream. Like a sweet postcard of red kissed vanished in thin air like smoke. Or maybe he was a just that, smoke. A nightmare of ink and fire, sex and storms. A film noir of all the things that draw you into danger when you are young and dumb and willing to let the entire world destroy you, of all the dark tempting mistakes and the reckless sleepless night spent between the sheets. 

"Do you really think I didn't see that you wanted to leave me there?"

She looked at him, for the first time in so long she looked at him like she used to. She watched him like it was the first first time she had seen him. He looked exactly the same as he did back then. The cold hues of the moon light casting a glow on him, as if he's untouchable, handsome feature made of liquid silver and diamond edges. A sharp tongue and burning eyes. And as he smirked down at her, she remember exactly why she feel in love with him. His gaze burned. It burned with an exhilarating kind of heat that engulfed her, with that lethal kind of fire that wouldn't let her leave. 

"Do you really think I don't feel it?"

Only then she knew, she had fallen in love with him again, or maybe she had never stopped loving him to begin with. Maybe for all this time she had been lying to herself, portraying an image of a strong queen with power dripping down her legs and ice spurting out her lips. Maybe all of it  had just been a futile attempt of hiding the damned truth in hope of it disappearing like smoky kisses and bruised skin. 

"That you don't love me?" 

But oh fuck, she did. 

I STARTED UNI BTW. IT HAS AMAZING AND I HAVE BEEN BUSY, I REALLY HOPE TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU DURING CHRISTMAS. 

LOVE.