⌜ i will become eclipsed .:. kaige ⌟
May 12, 2017 22:40:01 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on May 12, 2017 22:40:01 GMT -5
It's been three weeks since they danced under the stars. A fleeting embrace, fingers slipping from one another and their chests separating to release a breath that both of them had been holding, and she thought that she could wash him away. She stood under the shower each morning, feeling the heat wash across her skin until it stung, and the water clouded her vision until she was almost able to see clearly without the memories of him clinging to her flesh. And she doesn't label it love, and she's not reckless enough to call him a friend, but he's a certain kind of something that she hasn't found a word for.
He gave her hope. He held her wrist and kissed her hand — and she did not burn. The knight challenged the dragon, and for all the corpses she's left in her path, she left him unscathed. She's always been a contradiction, a girl thanking those who kick her when she's down and screaming at the ones who offer her a hand. Something changed with Kieran, and unlike all the other times when her armor had been tested, she didn't want to lock the boy out. He said he'd help her, and although she doesn't have the heart to let him know it's an impossible feat, she wants to be hopeful. If just for the night.
She sees her life in flashes as she scales the Emberstatt house. A child and a feather, and her throat tightens at the thought of the innocence that she lost. A sister and too many tears; a girl swearing to herself to never let anyone else in. Blame — words screamed and fists thrown and bodies rolling down stairs. Women and men too young to save her, but old enough to know better than to give her false hope. Alcohol and endless sleep; staring at walls until she could almost convince herself that she was a painter. But she'd wake up and her creations were only white — just beer stains creeping down to meet shards of glass on the floor.
Paige Lowe has never stayed the same, and she doubts that she ever will. She's a storm and gnashing teeth, nails dug into anything that gets too close, but she was whole once. She can be again. All cycles begin and end at the same place. She pulls open Kieran's window and lets it slam against its hinges, never one for being silent and discrete. She slips inside of his room and raises her hands to quell any shock, smiling at him and looking back at the dark world that she just crawled away from.
"Kieran, let's get out of here. Right now. I want to take you somewhere."
And she remembers a face with mismatched eyes and a secret meadow that the two of them once shared — and she convinced herself that she didn't love that boy, either. But she and Dane were a different story. All of those chapters are finished. This one is new; this one could work. She takes Kieran's hand and for the first time she's not afraid of cutting him. She's sure that he can handle her. She wants to believe that he can save her.
"You can trust me, okay?"
And she knows that this will end in glass and flames; just like all the rest. But the night is safe and young. They can stay like this. They can help each other.They can try.
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