vanilla and coffee

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ok so i'm taking a bit of a stereotypical but still creative reach by doing Clay's p.o.v. here

it'll just be for this chapter so don't worry

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Clay:

Rain soaks through my clothes and all the way down to my socks as I stand in the freezing rain, clutching my arms around myself.

"Ellie! Ellie!" I shout into the dark, squinting my eyes to see through the rain. She had stormed out of her car, sobbing, only seconds ago. There's no way she could have gotten that far.

I rise my hands to the back of my neck and rub the nape of my skin anxiously, swinging my head around to look for her in the darkness.

Maybe if I had gotten out of the car sooner, if I wasn't such a clumsy idiot who takes two whole minutes to unlock his seatbelt, I would have found and caught up to Ellie. I could tell her everything, all the emotions bubbling steadily inside of me now.

I picture Ellie so clearly in my head. The way her soft red hair falls into her face, the bright shine in her honey colored eyes, and the way she has to look up when she talks to me from such a short height. I can feel her soft, manicured playing with my hair, which I had grown it out for her despite my mother's protests, and remember her soft scent of vanilla and coffee in my arms as we watched Harry Potter marathons on the couch. I picture how she clutches at her stomach when she laughs, her freckled face reddening fast and how she always gasps for breath, overcome by loud giggles. And the way that she kisses me, I have never felt anything like it, feathery soft as if I am on a cloud floating through the air, but with a fiery need like she would disappear if I were to ever disconnect. I feel her soft skin pressed into my chest, and her arms wrapped around my neck.

A strike of panic hits me in the heart, I can't lose her, she's everything.

I need to find her.

"ELLIE!" My throat burns in pain as I yell louder than I ever thought I could.

The pellets of rain around me suddenly spike in speed and create a loud cracking noise as they make contact with the roof of Ellie's car. Heavy droplets fall from my dark hair, some dripping down into my eyes and blurring my vision.

A bolt of lightning cracks on the black pavement, and a shout of shock falls out of my lips as the sound deafens me. I clap my hands over my ears, unable to withstand the painful ringing now coursing through my brain.

In the new, blinding light of the lightning bolt, I could see a tiny figure running across the pavement. The illumination lights up on a mess of bright red hair, and I feel my heart leap up into my throat as the red-headed silhouette turns towards me.

It's Ellie, still strikingly beautiful even with tears streaming down her freckled face.

"Clay?" Her voice, painstakingly distant, calls out to me from afar. My heart aches in my chest almost as if it burns to leap out of my body and chase after her in the rain, like I should have done earlier.

She had poured her heart out to me, and I had just sat there like an idiot. When she kissed me goodbye, I had to clench my fist closed so tightly that my nails drew blood, just to stop myself from crying.

I didn't want her to see me cry. If she did, the sadness would become mine for her to deal with. It was my job to protect her, not the other way around. Knowing her, she would push her feelings aside to comfort me. I could not let her do that to herself.

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