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𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: oneshot.
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: none.
𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃: a lot of angst.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: they/them (applies for any gender).
𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀/𝐍: a oneshot requested by the beautiful dromer-, enjoy!
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"'cause I remember the rush, when forever was us
before all of the winds of regret and mistrust."
My sweater tugged at my sleeves as I cautiously lowered myself to the ground. Lush grass met soft feet as I held my flats in one hand. I couldn't see much; the alive night was painted pitch black, but I could still see the tall figure sitting on the ground, playing with the grass.
'No one saw you?" Neil asked, not turning around.
"No. You think I'm a fool?" I took a seat next to him. His chin was turned up to the stars. The moon illuminated his features.
"Of course I don't." Neil bluntly replied. He turned to face me. Lips crashed like waves and his golden aura seeped into my brain and numbed me - I couldn't feel a thing. My breathing quickened and tears started to well up as I pushed back from the kiss. He didn't seem to notice.
A car was parked nearby, an expensive Cadillac in pure black. We jumped in the front seats and Neil took the wheel. He wore a black leather jacket and a cigarette swung from his lips, an outfit much different to the usual Welton attire. But we weren't in Welton anymore.
I took a cigarette for myself and held it between my fingers. I didn't dare meet my eyes to his. That would be a death wish, a cruel parting from the world. A knowledge had settled between us, one best remained unspoken. Instead, I took my focus to the tinted window, where trees and houses rushed past, as if they were the ones that needed to be somewhere. But even I didn't need to be anywhere, rather, I wanted to be here. Even if we both knew what had happened, abut the tragedy of the past few weeks, we still clung onto each other, even if it was drowning both of us. I caught myself thinking about it again.
