BLUE WHISPERS. H.S

"we're not meant for each other." a whisper escaped ashley's plumped cherry lips, the palm of her hand resting against the underline of his jaw, never taking her gaze away from those stupid emerald one's, hypnotising her all over again.

she seemed to notice her throat clenched tight, feeling as if it was submerged underwater, gasping for some sort of oxygen. relief, even. those words had freely came to the surface finally, words that were never meant to spill out.

he exhales harshly, looking towards the spark that sat motionless in his lap, a small flame coated the cancerous stick between his index and pointer finger before bringing an old terrible habit close to his lips.

soon after, leaving enough space for the cigarette to dangle from one side of his mouth to form a small smirk. " you're truely quite something, aren't you, sunflower?"

-If a person speaks in a way that gives a false impression, we call the way he speaks "deceptive." If someone pretends to be someone else, that's an act of deceit.

ashley is an underground artist from a small town far away from her home in australia, while harry. on the other hand, currently well known for being in a rockstar band called, deceit.