Pensamientos (short stories)

Lolaska x Rosyln

This fic was written to a loop of Bon Iver & St. Vincent's "Rosyln". Which basically means no thoughts, only pain.

TW: Angst, Blood, Sadness

Alaska

The sunlight streamed through the windows of Logan's Jeep. I smiled at him as he drove— he had one hand on the wheel, and the other holding mine. He was a bit of a dork, yes, singing along to the music and kissing my hand at random intervals, but I loved him greatly for it. The air was cool, and I let it fill my lungs to capacity— we were taking an off path to the beach, the stretch of road before us so empty, we felt as though we were the only two in the world.

I brushed my free hand against the crochet blanket on the seat, leaning my head against the window for just a moment... and taking everything in. I was happy. I was so terribly, disgustingly happy, that it almost didn't make sense. I never had such joy in my life.

I looked back to him, just smiling. Saying nothing, but taking him in. I studied his face as though I was looking my last. He looked over, and caught me staring, but I just smiled at him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, glancing at me between his little looks back to the road.

I shook my head a bit. "Nothing." I smiled and took the hand he hand in mine to my lips, kissing it softly as he'd done to mine. "I just love you, that's all. So, so, much." Part of me wished he wasn't driving, just so I could climb into his lap and hug him. I felt unusually overwhelmed with love, at the moment, and I think he felt it too. I wanted to ask him to pull over. But I didn't. I should've.

He drove with a certain serenity that I admired. He was so skilled, and so calm. His eyes hardly left the road... I felt so safe with him.

The stretch of road was long and calm, the sun bore down its gentle rays. I loved so sweetly and felt sweetly loved, and it was as if all the universe had stayed silent, to let me have theses few moments.

But the universe soon spoke up, beginning its speech with a crackle on the radio. "This is an emergency broadcast announcement—"

I looked over at Logan, worried just slightly. The radio, of course, was announcing a situation from our hometown. The radio was still tuned in to our favorite station, 3 hours of driving away.

The radio announced, in its crackling automated voice, that there was a tornado warning in effect. And of course, it was not your usual little dust devil. The radio informed us, that this tornado was of the F4 variety. Devastating damage. We looked over at each other, and I, in my concern, reached for my phone, only to find there was no signal.

"Logan, where's the satellite phone?" I asked, suppressing any panic that may have lingered in my voice.

He tore his eyes away from the road, checking the storage space between us, and finding nothing. He took a hasty glance back to the road before turning back to me.

"Check the— check the glove compartment."

I reached forward to the glovebox, attempting to pull out the phone, but finding it was jammed. "Logan, I—" I glanced up. "Logan, deer!"

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. When I had looked up, I felt my eyes widening as I caught eyes on the road. He was still staring at me, and I pointed my hand out.

There, stood in the road, as calm as ever, was the smallest, gentlest little doe in the world.

Flustered it seemed, by both my shouts and a mix of our previous panic, Logan swerved the car... and everything began to tumble down.