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𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐢𝐱

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𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐒𝐢𝐱

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𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟐𝟔 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, roaming the earth in search for a purpose. But it was at that moment, where I woke up and Alex's closed eyes were the first thing I saw, was where I realized that I was finally living.

I gazed at him as if he placed the very stars in the sky. I gazed at him as if he was so well tangled in my soul that it was impossible for him to be unloved by me—because he was—

Every spectrum of my soul was covered in him. In the air I was breathing, in the blood in my veins. His touch remained in my skin and it felt like little stars danced across the most vulnerable parts of me.

Parts of me he'd seen now. I uncovered—not only my body to him, but my fears and desires, the place I come from, the depth of every word I had uttered throughout my life. And what made our unknown horizon of life stretch out and aim higher was the fact that he received all of those details so effortlessly, as if he'd wanted them all along.

As my thoughts deepened, Alex's eyes cracked open with a stillness I giggled at. "Well, I'll be damned. What I gorgeous sight this is"

"Woke up with your British self on the right side, didn't yeh?" I responded, mocking his accent. He rolled his eyes teasingly and rolled over so he was resting on his back.

He began stretching and the silky bedsheets covering his chest gave me a peek at his veins flexing as his arms rose higher and a small whimper escaped his lips.

Once he was done —and my mouth finally closed itself— Alex gazed down at me with a heavy lidded face and a snarky smile only he could pull off that early in the morning.

"Ready for another day of play-acting?" He uttered.

"No. Is there any way we can stay locked up in this room and not face anything or anyone?" I complained, burying my face in the pillow.

"We could... but that would make us a bunch of fraidy-cats, wouldn't it?" The way the words left his mouth made me reconsider whether he was joking or just being his plain, normal self with his interesting choice of words.

"I guess. And you do have a show tonight" I yawned, shifting to my side so I was facing him again.

"And I want yeh there" He nodded, his eyes darkening with nothing but truthfulness and I could feel it lingering through me.

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