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9 •Something More •

Toms P.O.V

She was gone, not forever nor a eternity, yet it felt like it. She left, the day filled with sunshine, then the world turning dim, the black clouds moarning their rays of light, their tears bucketing down onto everyone's tin roofs, a large orchestra of natural sounds. Her eyes, the gateways to my heart, already beaten and torn. She was just so indescribable, not beautiful, not godess like, but her beauty was incomprehendable. Nothing was what she was. Beautiful is just a understatement. You could rip her hair off, cut off her limbs, and put a permanent scowl on her cheeks, yet goddess like would still be just 1% of what she actually was. I had never thought, through all the years of anger, all those bottles of vodka, could my heart yearn so hard, want something more than another sip of alcohol, or another shot at the Christmas reindeer.

I was in my room, her strong scent still was wafting in the air, a hint of maple syrup still lingering. The bed sheet was turning in different places, a maze of linen. My bass was still crying for help, taking its last breath as it drowns in nuts and bolts, it's only help? Instruction manuals, not helpful for its current situation, but perhaps another time.

I fall back, the wind escaping my chest, and my hair shooting up in different places. I hear the soft pitter patter of rain, each soothing drop, calming my mind. Then my mind was refreshed, and my mind realised something, a sudden shot of gunfire blowing my mind. My caves widen, and my body shakes faster and harder than ever. I clutch my fist my beaten knuckles, white and tender. "It's happening again." I whimper.

I couldn't handle it, I had done it many times before, my appearance, my way of life, repulsive they said, your eyes will soon suck me in, their black holes I tell you! Then they'd do the exact same thing as the last, a quick sharp slap, directly across my face, then they'd disappear. Just like that. All because I was interested in something more than sexual favours, or their expensive brand of perfume. I wanted to be more, than just a fool. I always veered away, taking the safe road, taking the easy way. Not wanting to be hurt again, turning to violence and alcohol.
But, she was different, not even phased by my eyes, not even being scared of my alcohol or gun possession, but actually loved it.

"I love her." That word "love", meant different things to different people, the more cultured, love was their people. To that shy teenage girl, love was marvel comics and Tony Franks, the football captain. But to me, it was more fear than love. More rejection than acceptance. I've been hurt so many times, not just in relationships but in life.

But this time, it felt real.

Your P.O.V
You had too, You don't know why or how it happened, but you needed to. You just did it, no practicing in the mirror, no making a spectacular entrance, but straight news. You needed to say something, because, well. A indescribable feeling that had nevertheless been the fastest and strongest thing you had ever felt was consuming your practically dumbfounded mind. My god! Your vocabulary was increasing just by the thought of it! It was obviously a good thing. Something amazing! No history books, nothing could describe the anxiety and pain you experienced in such a short period of time. Medicinal cures would've done nothing, collage students would diagnose you with a incurable disease, they would tell you in this short period of time, that you may never feel the same, that you may experience loss of breath from the sight of him. You'll experience possibly the best days of your life, even if it was caused by rejection.

You stomped out the door with your eyes burning with determination and your hands shaking from the thought of no acceptance. Your hands were twitching, your heart pumping and a smile growing. "This is it. Godamn."

No ones P.O.V
No one could describe it better.

He, was in his room, thinking of that indescribably beautiful woman, not the type that's shy, the kind that would blush with every movement, but the one with a spark and a woman with no fear of the unknown. Little did he know, she was venturing deeper into uncharted territory than she'd ever been, even if she had walked down that same rain soaked road several times.
She, the bearer of hope and news, good or bad, something that will soon be answered. She thought of how fast it'd gone, honestly, she was so out of her mind. She could've ripped mountains apart, she was on a mission, no set backs, no matter how hard she wanted to turn her head and run, she ran towards her destination. No matter how hard, she kept going.

She just wanted it so bad, she wanted to feel the better part of life. A lifetime of love, my god, my fucking god she wanted it. She was worried she was going soft, the fire leaving her broken body. But no, she didn't fucking care anymore. Nobody did. Except him.

Sure, Edd and Matt were there, sure they were all there, but, Tom was justified as a harsh person, critism, a normal part of every day. He was perceived as a horrid monster, his eyes always expecting a rude comment. Her voice a enchanting spell, his words had meaning and together they made a beautiful story, the only thing, quite rarely seen.

She reached the door, her hand hovering over the large piece of wood, the rain pounding on her back. Her shoes were filled to the brim, water seeping out of various holes. She smiled and kept her hand still. " Shit." She said. The smile, changed. Drastically. She leant against the door and slowly sunk to his doorstep, possibly soon too be hers. She dug her face in her palms, the tears and rain seeping into her skin. Skinny wrists, long legs and eyes that shone brightly, a indescribable human being. She was unpredictable. She went from unstoppable, to unable in 3.5 seconds flat. Faster than a girl can wink at a boy. Faster than the rain falling in front of her. Hence her beautiful name, given to her by choice, Y/N. That was her choice. She chose to sit, the rain falling into her body, her stubbornness pinning her to his doorstep. Possibly this could be a happy ending, but she could possibly, just maybe. Not be strong enough, to see it through.
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