melting magnets } justice x poppy
Jul 21, 2018 23:36:26 GMT -5
Post by arx. on Jul 21, 2018 23:36:26 GMT -5
JUSTICE
FRAY
FRAY
I stand with my back pressed to the door, one hand on the handle while the other presses to the side of her neck. I don't want her to leave. I'm okay with spending the entire day trapped in this world, a world where I only see her and no one else matters. No one is telling me I have to look away. No one is telling me to smile for the cameras—I only smile for her.
"Wait-" I grin, throat swelling as just a twinge of desperation lingers on my lips.
"I love you."
She leans into me and I can hardly keep my composure. It takes every bit of self-control I possess not to pull her right back to where we were twenty minutes ago. And if she lets her lips linger on mine any longer I'm not going to be able to let her leave.
She's pleading—"Just try?"—her eyes telling me she's serious and how could I not agree?
"Okay. Alright," I resign.
The click of the lock sounds like the hammer of a gun. Her hand on the door handle is a revolver's handle pressed to my temple. I don't know how to survive.
She leaves and I wait. Biting my lip, fists clenched against the doorframe as I try to gain any semblance of composure before I follow her back to the reality. I don't want to. I hate this ridiculous game of hide-n-seek we've decided to play. Kisses restricted and hidden behind locked doors, always within reach but never obtainable—try, try, try...
I love you.
Okay. Alright. I can do this.
But it's a lie. The moment her lips meet his, his arm wraps around her waist, when her fingers run through his hair—I said I'd try. And I wanted to. For her. But this? How is she so good at this? How is she so good at pretending?
How could she have meant it when she said she loves me?
I'm all addiction. Addiction to alcohol, addiction to her. I grab a server and rip a champagne bottle from his grasp. Hands shaking and I'm an idiot—for far more reasons than one. Are you-
Am I, am I, am I.
Yes, I'm an idiot. Yes, I'm falling for you. Yes, you've completely tricked me. Me. Justice. Fucking. Fray. The Capitol's fuckboy. Handsome, dramatic, drunk and so fucking obedient with looks that could kill. Why did I think I could be anything else? Why did I let her make me feel like I could be anything else?
Head tipped back, eyes closed, and I'm gasping as the warmth of the champagne sets my veins aflame and my heart into cardiac arrest. Red stains my fresh shirt as my desperate lips fail to catch every drop and-
"Shit."
The back of my hand catches any excess liquid, mind completely lost when small, chubby hands reach up to me desperately. I have no idea what he's saying.
"Cedric-" I roll my eyes. But kids know nothing and I'm forced my knees as he pulls at my pant leg.
He latches onto my wrist before I can even think to move away. Incessant hands and eyes locked on mine as he shows me my diamond cufflinks. And he's saying something, but I know I'll never understand because I am not his father.
You're never going to be his father.
I think he got his mother's eyes.
And his father's freckles.
I didn't know it could hurt so much to smile.
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