i love you baby, and if it's quite all right i need you baby, to warm the lonely night , trust in me when i say
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I never thought I'd be standing outside of that familiar blue-gray door, that was, not without handcuffs or a gun pressed between my shoulder blades, and yet, there I was. Anxiety tore through my muscles, swallowing was difficult, and when I drew a deep breath in, all of my sense was screaming at me to run in the opposite direction as fast as I could. This was the entrance to hell, seemingly innocent but I knew, I knew that there were invisible flames engulfing the door, holding something much more insidious inside. And I was walking right into it. Willingly.
If there needed to be proof that Reese had literally driven me insane, this moment would be it. I had gone clinically bat-shit.
"You sure you want to do this?" Eva asked beside me, shooting me a wary look, scrunching her nose. "I mean, really?"
I held my breath and nodded my head, eyebrows furrowed in determination. "Yes," I murmured, fists tight. "I- I have to."
There was only anguish lurking behind that blue-gray door, I knew all too well. War flashbacks flickered through my mind. We'd lost some good men in there.
The tanned girl cast me a look shining with sympathy, but then nodded her head, rose-red lips quirking up. "All right, well, I'm proud of you, Stells. You're really taking this seriously."
That much was true- I'd spent the entire night before tossing and turning, the decision burning in my mind and refusing me the grace of sleep. There was a very, very strong part of me that reasoned it was ridiculous- I'd grown, I swear I'd grown, I didn't need this anymore. But then my biting words tore through my memories, and it was harder to convince myself that it wasn't the right thing to do.
I had grown, enough to realize that I still wasn't ready to let this circle of hell go. Even if it was, in all, the worst.
Really, the worst.
"Actually you know what? I'm way overreacting, I don't need to do this, I'm fine! I'm fine, really!" I broke out into nervous, hysterical laughter, the reality of the situation dawning on me too quickly. Eva had narrowed her eyes in skepticism, but I waved her off. "Who needs that guy anyway?"
"Stella," she said, her tone threatening. "You just said you did. Don't walk away now."
I paused, feeling her burning, unrelenting stare. "But why not?" I whined, a pout pushing out my bottom lip.
She crossed her arms. "Weren't you the one that said that this was the first step to getting Reese to talk to you again?"
I paused. "Yes," I murmured, reluctantly.
"And so what are you going to do?"
"Go in there," I admitted with a sigh, the floor holding my guilty gaze. When I looked up, Eva was grinning at me, excitement dancing in her eyes. "What?" I asked, cautiously.
"I can't believe you're crushing on Reese," she squeaked, chewing on her knuckles, brown eyes sparkling. "Ah! I knew it! I knew that you guys were going to end up together! I have a sixth sense about these things, you know. I called it, I so called it. So fucking hard. It was the dimples, wasn't it? I told you they could cure cancer."
There was a moment of silence, and I felt my cheeks engulf in flames involuntarily. "... Maybe."
Her grin only widened.
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