Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in.
When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light cre...
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The vibration of my feet pounding against the pavement is blurring every thought that lingers in my mind. 'one more mile ' is what I have told myself for the past three miles. The campus feels eons long now that I'm physically exhausted.
My lungs burn a hole in my chest, 'in through your nose, out through your mouth' It feels blissful. The mixture of my lungs being on fire and my calves begging for mercy, makes my mind go so silent, I could hear a pin drop up there.
"Hurry up Val!" I turn my head behind me, to see her walking at a snail's pace, clutching her stomach. "I can't do it! I have a cramp!" It was brutal trying to convince her to run with me, but I promised to take her out to lunch after, which sealed the deal.
I spot the nearest bench, my bench. The one where I had one of my first encounters with Adonis, 'little girl' What the actual fuck was wrong with him? I'm still upset about that. The second I'm in arm's reach, my body collapses into it, stretching my legs out as I sink into the splintering wood. "Oh thank god. Remind me to never say yes to you ever again." I won't have to remind her, she never will say yes.
I shuffle through my small shoulder bag, reaching for the familiar white and teal rectangle. "No way Vivian! Do not smoke that!" I ignore her small rant as I smack the pack against my palm, pulling out a single cigarette. "Cup me?" I flash her a devious smile, we used to smoke a lot of weed. Windy days were always the worst, so in came our favorite phrase, cup me.
She begrudgingly obliges, cupping her pale hands around my mouth as I flick the lighter, "I love you." My body relaxes on the bench as my lungs fill with smoke. Running three and a half miles cancels out the cigarette, right? "If that takes you out, I swear I'll kill you in the afterlife." Usually, I keep my bad habit away from her, away from everyone really, but not lately.
Yesterday, we got into a fight we've had time and time again. I know there was an underlying issue because it could not have been only because of one smoke.
My body hurts, every muscle. is tense and desperate for relaxation. It was the middle of the night, and my hopes were that my best friend was long asleep, or at Sebastian's, just like always. But, my hopes were crushed as I cracked the door open, revealing an incredibly pissed-off Val.
She takes a good whiff before speaking. "You're smoking again?" Her arms fold across each other, her posture tall and her brows pulled together. "And?" Anger. That's all I have inside of me. Im fucking exhausted, and all I want to do is shower and go to bed. "You told me you quit! You've told me that time and time again, Vivian! What's going on with you?" The hurt on her face tells me this isn't about me, but I enter the conversation anyway.
"It's not that serious, Val. Please let me go to bed." She steps in front of me as I try to get into bed, "Seriously, Valentina. Move." She stays planted in her spot like roots have grown from the fifth floor, encasing her legs. "No! Give me the pack." Fuck if I will. "You know damn well I will just buy another, so no."
