just a compilation of short stories I'll write when I'm going through another emo phase :,)
-these will be multi-fandom and will be based on whatever I feel at the moment...might contain mature themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the fictional chara...
[ this sounds so corny, oh well hope you like it😭]
Silence. Not a single word has left either of your lips. Only the occasional sniffles and sighs of desperation ricochet off the walls. A dying spark of hope lingers in the air- only wishing to get ignited again. You loved him, you did...right? Despite knowing he was losing you his mad infatuation let his judgement be clouded with blind faith. "So this is it then?"
His shirt drenched with salty tears, umber eyes now swollen and bloodshot, nose tinged a blush red, lips chapped and crimson- he pokes his tongue out just enough to moisten them but finds a bitter metallic taste of blood from how hard he was biting down on them. "W-was it something I did? Please tell me how to redeem myself, i- I don't want to leave you" leaves his trembling mouth.
"It wasn't you Louis, it was never your fault" you allow a tear to slide down your flushed face. You never imagined you'd end like this, you adored him beyond words. "I never meant to hurt you but we can't go on with what we have. Louis I hate to say this but fame's got its downsides, I don't think I can handle any more of the hate I'm receiving. I'm sorry." Strained sobs erupt from the back of your throat, all the hurt you'd been carrying these past months flood the formerly tense and tranquil room.
He immediately jumps up from the carpeted floor to engulf you in a hug but you just manage to gesture to him to sit beside you. You finally meet his eyes and half-smile "you deserve someone better, someone stronger and more... emotionally stable" you laugh lightly to ease the tension.
"But I don't want someone better, I want you" he takes in your features endearingly as if admiring a portrait on the louvre. Those wide almond eyes examine you earnestly like an enticed sailor being led to a siren's grotto- too sedated to realize his disastrous fate.
"Can't we work this out somehow? Can't you come back to me like you would if this was a movie?" he jaws with a shaky and cracking voice, trying to joke lightheartedly but neither of you musters the strength to laugh. "It's not that easy" you sigh pushing back loose locks of lush chestnut hair off his face. You see a drop of water threatening to drip down his pale tear-stained cheek and you use the pad of your thumb to soothingly rub it off.
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His cold, quivering hand envelops your jaw and his eyes search for permission "may I?" you nod, no hesitance evident. He takes his time to gently press his plump lips atop of yours and savour the taste of your saccharine cherry lip balm. Aligning his forehead with yours, he heavily and unhurriedly almost inaudibly, exhales the words "never thought we'd have a last kiss".
