A Beautiful Reflection From Firework Eyes

We're Too Far Gone To Turn Back Now

I don't get much sleep. All I can think about is what might go wrong. Every noise during the night makes me tense. I don't know if I'm expecting it to be Mr. Styles and the guards, coming in to tell us we've been caught or it to be Jack, telling us he's met with Gerard and Frank and we're waiting for a different day.

But no matter how long I wait, no more messages come during the night. It worries me even more. What if Jack was caught? What if Gerard and Frank were? If that happened, then we really are screwed.

I'm caught in a daze in the morning, half from lack of sleep, half from worry. I probably flunk everything in Study—but I don't really care.

As I'm led back, Jack catches my eye as we pass each other in the hallway. We don't dare speak since the guards are right there, shepherding us to and fro. But he nods and gives me a little smile.

I try to hide my grin as I follow the guards down the hallway away from Jack. We're on for tonight. This is the last day I'll spend here.

For the rest of the day, I can barely concentrate. Everything looks different now. Our room suddenly seems so small, yet so large at the same time. Strangely, the familiar walls aren't so empty anymore, the grays less foreboding. The hallways don't seem as unfriendly anymore; the showers more welcoming now that I know that this is our last day here. Somehow, everything is more colorful. The almost year and a half I spent calling this place home is coming to an end. Freedom is so close. I can practically taste it.

So much as changed in the last three months. I found a will, a reason to escape. Meeting Kellin brought color into my life, a color that hadn't been there for a long time. He gave me a way out, a way out of the gray and the darkness and into the vibrant colors.

"You're in a good mood," Kellin remarks as I lie down next to him.

"Well, I'm just happy," I pull him close to me, entwining my fingers with his. He instinctively curls toward me, his skin cold against mine.

"For once," Kellin mutters.

"What did you say?" I poke him gently.

"Nothing," he says.

"Liar." I kiss his forehead, making him smile.

"You're the one smiling like an idiot," he says.

"You're lucky this idiot loves you," I say. "Cause you're smiling like one too." I kiss his forehead again, lightly.

"Am not," he protests, but I roll over, trapping him beneath me.

"Really?" I whisper as I trail my fingers down the side of his neck, hooking on the collar of his shirt. "Cause I think you are." I press my lips to his skin, kissing slowly down his neck as he lets out a quiet sigh.

"I'm not," he complains, but he really is. His fingers trace along the hem of my shirt, sliding over my warm skin.

I lean over, kissing him on the lips softly. I roll over, so I'm on top of him, pressing him down onto the bed. He shifts, wrapping his legs around mine, not breaking the kiss as he does so. He lets out a small moan as I kiss down his neck, the friction between us building. My fingers roam under his shirt against his bare skin as I tug his shirt off, tossing it behind me. I kiss down his chest, feeling him breathing heavily beneath me. Kellin slides his hand under my shirt and I pull away for a moment, pulling off my shirt and tossing it to the ground. The cold air hits my bare skin as I kiss him again and again. My fingers play with the fabric of his pants before I slowly start to pull them down. He freezes at my touch and I stop instantly, pulling away from him.

"Not yet," he mumbles. His face is slightly red as he struggles to catch his breath.

"It doesn't have to be more than this," I say. "Whenever you're ready, okay?"

He nods. "How did I manage to get you?" He whispers.

I kiss him gently again. "How did I get so lucky as to find you?" I counter.

I can see him blushing in the dim light, and it only makes him cuter. I kiss every bruise and faded scar. In time they will fade, but I know he will still remember. I make a promise to myself. These are the last bruises and cuts he'll ever have.

"We're getting out of here," I tell him. "We're going to be free."