𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬

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5:15am

A layer of cold damp sweat caused the sheets in the girls bed to stick onto her uncontrollably, it was the entire reason she was now sitting up with a visible frown cast on her face. She still felt drunk, but decided she could get out of bed and use a shower. Yawning, she pulled herself up and took notice that she was wearing a silk slip on. Michael had probably changed her, a small blush creeped on her face and then embarrassment settled. "You idiot..why did you drink so much?" She scolded herself quietly while stumbling into the bathroom and removing the thin layer of fabric, letting it fall to the floor with a small thud. Bending over the tub, she ran the water and settled inside it with a heavy exhale. Her heart felt heavy, it weighed down on her breathing. She didn't know why she was feeling this way but it was fairly obvious that her anxiety and brain thought it would be nice to play tricks on her the instant she was sober and awake. Watching her chest rise and fall, she quietly convinced herself she was okay, that her breathing was even.

It was a shame that she was rushed away from her old life, her medication was long forgotten in the shitty trailer she lived cooped up under her fathers wing. Once the water covered a good portion of her body, she shut it off and sunk inside. All sounds were muffled. She could hear the occasional creaking of the pipes from other apartments running their water. She stayed submerged until her lungs began to ache and pulse as if they were radiating fire. In the back of her mind she still wondered what she would have been up to if this never happened. Would she still be dealing with her abusive dad? Yes— even so she missed him. Once it became unbearable to hold her breath, she brought herself up and sat up, bringing her knees up to her chest while moving her hair away from her face and getting her breathing back into check. The pressure around her lungs was gone, inhaling and exhaling she stared at the wall and then down into the water. "Why am I feeling this way?" She asked out loud before shaking her head and moving on with cleaning herself.

After sitting in the tub for more than half an hour, her pruned fingertips were her cue to get out and change. Standing up, the water trickled down over the surface of her smooth skin and fell back into the small body of water beneath her. Grabbing a fresh towel, she melted into it and silently dried herself off before disappearing into her closet. The girl settled with some baggy sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, throwing a beanie over her damp hair and sliding her shoes on: she grabbed her cigarettes, wallet, and keys before making her way toward the door. Everything was silent, except for the clicking of the locks and the door being swung open. Either men weren't in sight, without looking back— she stepped out and locked the door behind herself. Checking the time, she covered a yawn with her free hand and looked through her maps to see if she could walk anywhere near or interesting. She didn't feel like walking too many blocks, and the beach was right by their place. Conveniently, she left the building and made her way down hill toward the sand.

Luckily for her, she had been smart enough to grab her backpack on the way out and stuffed her shoes and socks inside while walking toward the shore. The smell of briny water felt like a hug around her, it felt comforting and inviting. Glancing up at the sky, she caught of glimpse of the moon tucked behind a few clouds staring at the sun as it made its way up from the horizon, bringing in its warmth. They were under the same sky, a smile tugged at her lips. There was her reassurance, she'd be fine. Walking closer toward the tide, she let her eyes melt over the surface shallow turquoise water, it extended toward her feet and covered up to her ankles. Tears formed in her eyes and the same smile stayed on her lips, her cries and sniffles were muffled by the sound of the waves. "Are you that happy to see me?" A familiar voice called out from behind, quickly wiping her tears and sniffling she turned around and cleared her voice, his untamed curly brunette hair swept over his tired eyes which were accompanied by his welcoming eye bags. "I didn't even know you knew I was here." Rose stared down and then back at the ocean, Richard shrugged and stepped forward.

Glancing at her, he wiped her cheek with his thumb and tilted his head to the side while staring at her. "You look beautiful when you cry." His eyes trailed up to the sky and he pulled her into his chest, "I'll always be the sun for you, and you'll always be my moon." The pair stared at the celestial star and the natural satellite. "We'll always meet for brief moments under the same sky, and touch." He brought her face up to his, and planted a few gentle kisses on her lips. She returned them with a blush sitting across her face. "The sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe." Rose spoke quietly, Richard stared in silence before slamming his lips down on hers. His hands buried themselves under the nape of her neck pulling her hair while bringing her closer.

Rose pulled back and breathed out while looking up at Richard, her hand subconsciously moved up and touched his cheek. Lightly, she rubbed his temple with her thumb and traced her hand to the back of his ear, tugging his hair behind his lobe in the process. He was so horrifyingly attractive. The way his eyes looked like they were ready to consume her. Smiling to herself, Rose pulled her hand back.

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