Bakudeku ☆ONESHOTS☆

Our Final Dance

My feet are movingbut my heart I holding onto,

this moment, this memory, this beat I can't seem to forget.

Soft music is playing but I don't hear it, I don't want too. The orange glow of the lights are framing the sight before me.

He's so perfect it hurts.

Jade coloured hair and big eyes that could swallow you whole, freckles that marked both of is rose dusted cheeks.

I regret not telling you how you shine so perfectly in this candlelight.

I want to apologize for that fight , but let's just enjoy tonight.

A small smile grazes his features as he's spun laughter echoing throughout the room, he giggles along but he's only looking at me with those viridecent jewels, only me.

Thunder so deafeaning, but it's nothing compared to the screams that would forever be etched into my memory, carved with a dull rusty blade laced with regrets.

I want to hold onto you with all my might.

But it's never enough, maybe my hands were too rough.

Rain beating down on my shoulders washing away the liquid of iron and red, but no rain could wash away all the stains that were rooting themselves in my heart.

But then why did you slip from my grip that was so tough?

Empty caves of jade stare back blank and sad like they wish to see the man infront of him, but they would not and they would never again. Hollow like the hole that was swallowing him inside hungry and devouring but never satisfied.

Oh, how could I have know? I should have put down my phone.

Then maybe I wouldn't be weeping alone like a mourning dove.

Headlights, screeching, alcohol, crashing, glass shattering, bones breaking, bodies shaking. 

Why?

Why didn't  protect I him? Why did we decide to drive home? We could have stayed the night, we could have been safe. 

He could have been saved.

Staring at the bottom of another empty glass the burn is numbing his senses, he doesn't want to feel anymore, his tears run dry as pitying looks leave lingering  heat on his back, he doesn't care anymore.

Tell me my love, please.

Ease me down like these gentle summer breezes that I used to know.

We can spin like this until the night is through.

Me and you.

A vision a boy he can't reach swaying back and forth, slipping in an out of grasp. Playfull giggles leaving open wounds on a damaged heart, but to forget would be to accept.

Gentle fingers leaving soft trails of delight, emeralds meet rubies, lips curving and meeting.

He gets lost in the lights, the sounds, the taste of him.