heathers one-shots

two sapphires

Sunny day, in October.

They sat in his car, staring up at the sky and wondering how their life had come to this. How it had come to running away from everything they had, in search of something better. To run away from their body count, leaving it in a puff of smoke. Everything they did prior to now was buried under the rubble of their high school.

When you walked right through my door.

"That's how it started," She murmurs to him, her voice incredibly quiet as to not disrupt the stillness of their little world.

"Hm?" He questions to her.

"You showed up at my house." She elaborates, though not by much. She never liked to talk about the first few days they knew one another. While it was the beginning of their love, it was also the end of a life she once knew. Not that she enjoyed that life, but it was still all she knew.

I asked you to stay a while, so we could explore.

"I just knew from the first moment I saw you, that you were something special." He tells her, and she simply nods into his chest.

From the first moment I saw you, my heart stopped beating.

"I looked at you and my heart stopped beating." He adds as she breathes in his scent. He smells like cigarettes and melted slurpees, like cheap cologne and whiskey. He'd been drinking a lot since Westerburg, she thought.

And I'll never forget the way you smiled at me.

"Tell me something." She whispers, trying to ignore the scent of alcohol on his breath, and he tilts her head up to look into her big brown eyes.

"I wanna drink you up," He says, smiling in that lazy way he always does. "I'll never get enough." He adds, kissing her on the forehead gently.

"I can not break free from the way you look at me." She tells him, almost an emission of how he makes her feel. He was controlling to no end, never letting her do anything alone. She missed basic freedoms like being allowed to sleep without his arms clamped down on her.

Two shooting stars.

That's all they ever were, two shooting stars on the same trajectory. Two people accepting their mutually assured destruction with open arms. He brought that sick fate to her and she was never one to shy away from evil.

Two lightning storms.

There's pure electricity between them, amplified with every touch. The second his hands grip onto her waist, in a way that can only be described as mean, her body lights up like a firework.

The way he could make her feel was eccentric. Ups and downs with every mood he goes through, taking her along for the manic depression rides his brain takes him on. She didn't sign up for it, but she was still forced to attend every show of tears and laughter.

Two glowing embers.

The fire in his eyes when he looks at her is feral. The same fire that burned down their high school sat in his eyes. She's his prey, his lover and his entire world. Without her, he would be nothing. He tells her the opposite, that she'd be nothing without him. Because if he convinces her of this, she won't leave him. He won't be forced into that chronic emptiness he fought his way out of.

Two galaxies.

The truth of the matter is that they once were separate people, but those galaxies collided and joined. Every time they make love, they are one. The sounds they make are only for one another. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, as if they were intended for each other from the get-go. He tells her he loves her, and she says it back. They kiss and move together as one.

But it always ends terribly when he's been drinking.

Two pools of tears.

He hits her across the face. Her eyes well up with tears and he hisses at her that she better not fucking cry. So she chokes down the sobs he created, trying desperately to do as he says. Their time on the run had made him more unhinged than he was before. He drinks and smokes more than he used to.

Two violent starbursts.

After the sex is over, he's revving up for a second round as he drinks his whiskey straight from the bottle. When she begs him for a break, he yanks her hair and yells nasty things in her face. The nastiness is all he knows and it's all she thinks she deserves.

Two electric blue.

All she wants is for him to love her. But the blue of her dress was being ripped apart as he took what he felt was his. She sobbed and pleaded for him to stop, which he ignored. He puts his hand over her mouth so that no one can hear her.

He does it because he knows that it's breaking her. Every time he smacks her and rapes her, she falters a little bit more. She becomes more compliant while becoming even more complicated.

He was destroying her the same way his father destroyed his mother. He had seen so much as a kid and chalked it up as normal.

She tried to show him how to love with a gentle touch. But he was an old dog trying to learn new tricks and she was just wasting her time in trying. So she gave up and accepted her fate to be killed by the man she loves.

She saw it coming when he shot that gun in the cafeteria. She noticed how much more intense he got as their body count grew.

She thinks of these things but forgets them. She didn't want to admit how wrong she was to love him so she convinced herself it was right. The fact that their body count had grown to overtake the entire population of their high school meant that she could never leave, even if he was killing her slowly.

After all, they were all the other had now.

Two sapphires.