you see right through me {lucas&bellamy}
Jan 19, 2018 13:14:00 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Jan 19, 2018 13:14:00 GMT -5
You see right through me |
Sunlight wakes you and you throw on yesterday's clothes.
Sunlight breaks through the sky thick with smoke and somehow through the bedroom window and you find yourself squinting with your hand hovering just over your eyes. Everything's automatic, from the soft rhythmic breathing trapped in your chest to the basic function of your heartbeat. You were awoken by the sunlight, your body sprawled with the sheets across Sierra's mattress and her. It's become routine, easy even, to creep out of your room and across the corridor and into hers and the opposite case comes into play just as easily. You get checked on by the lazy orphanage workers and then left to your own devices for the night, and since that first night it's just felt right.
You throw on yesterday's clothes and leave her while she's sleeping because you don't want to disrupt such a peace. And if you had things your way you would just lay there, watching the rhythm of her chest rise and fall for hours and you'd gladly sacrifice pieces of your vision when her hair inevitably got caught in your face. Sunlight woke you, somehow through smoke and smog.
It doesn't matter that you leave now because you'll see her again later today. It feels impossible, for the two of you to spend more than a day apart and perhaps that's where the beauty of an internal compass within your brain lies. It doesn't need to be a conscious effort that brings the two of you together, it's just a part of life. As easy as thermodynamics and chaos theory, you just naturally drift towards each other. Perhaps that's because a part of you craves the disorder she brings to your life. The routine, your life orbits around, she seems so happy to break just with her presence seems irrelevant in the hours you spent together doing anything.
Perhaps when you meet again, it'll be with smoke in your lungs -- the smog isn't so bad today after all. It's a common poison the two of your share and wear on your sleeves. You don't care though, there aren't any parents to scold you for letting part of your lungs decay with every inhale and exhale you take.
You leave with yesterday's clothes on your back, slowly swinging the door open and stepping across creaking floorboards with worn shoes over a day old. You smile, rubbing the back of your head with your right hand and sticking your left hand in your pocket. There's always a feeling of immediate satisfaction the morning after you've found, a phantom feeling left over from the moment. Not quite the same but never dull. Any care you'd usually have vanishes, you step across creaking floorboards without a care in the world of who or what sees or hears you. Unlike before where you would hope no one but Bellamy or Sierra sees you, you didn't want to be seen or heard.
You don't count steps to safety anymore, you've never been happier.
Sunlight breaks through the smog and windows and his figure sharpens from a shadow to a blur to reality. Dark hair, tall stature and features you never admitted were handsome to anyone but yourself.
You scratch the back of your head and widen your eyes. Sunlight breaks through smog and spills across the ground between the two of you.
"Bellamy?" Silence; you break it before it festers. "Hey, how are you?"
You wake up.
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