•sequel to glitched•
Two years after the destruction of the Machine (and in turn, the destruction of the world as we know it) humankind has adapted to survive- forming large gangs that were constantly at war with one another in the fight for food a...
A/N Oh yes my chickens, ducks, and geese! I am back mwuahahah.
I have another cheesy, but totally true quote for you. Don't worry, you don't have to thank me. ;)
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••• District_500 year 02 post great shock •••
Peter POV
Any concern that the spark had dulled, or that it wouldn't be all I wanted flew out the window as soon as her lips met mine.
I spun her around, before her legs hooked around my midsection, my arms supporting her, a hand against the small of her back, easing her closer to me. One of her hands was tangled in my hair, the other on my cheek.
"You fücking idiot, I thought you were dead," she murmured softly, pulling back from the kiss and staring into my eyes, with her beautiful hazel green ones that I never thought I'd see again.
I couldn't even reply, knowing I was crying. I had missed her. So damn much.
I set her down and she pulled me into a hug. I rested my head on her shoulder, she pressed her face against my chest, and we just stood there like that. Crying, our hearts beating in unison with one another's.
I didn't know how long we stood there. It could have been seconds, minutes. All I knew was that we didn't stand there long enough.
"Uh Pete... who are those people over there? Are they bad? Do they need to be killed? I can kill them if they need to be killed." She sounded unsure. I chuckled softly. "No they're on our side. I think."
"How comforting," she laughed softly. I couldn't help but notice her voice had deepened ever so slightly, into the voice of a woman. She wasn't any taller than last I saw her, but her body had reached maturity, her muscles just as defined as before. Her cheeks were less round, features less soft. But oh God, she was stunning.
I bent down to kiss her again, but was interrupted by the clearing of a throat behind me. Oh yeah. Dr. Celeste and Oliver.
"Aren't you going to introduce us, Peter?" Dr. Celeste questioned with amusement in her voice.
I turned, an arm around Amara's shoulder, pulling her closer to me. I felt like she would slip away if I let go of her for even a fraction of a second. "Amara this is Doctor Celeste and—"
"Oliver." She cut me off.
I looked at her, surprised. How did she know who he was? "Yes... Oliver."
They were staring at eachother, Amara with a look of apprehension and Oliver with shock. "You remember?" He said quietly, tilting his head to the side. "I... I remember some things. I think?" Amara said hesitantly, brows furrowed.
"Did I miss something?" I spoke up, looking between my girl and the man currently glaring in my direction.
"I—" Amara began to sway on her feet. "I don't feel so good," she groaned, eyes fluttering. It was only than I noticed her clothing was soaked in blood at her side, and red was running down her arm. I felt incredibly stupid.
