𝑳𝑨 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑼𝑿 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑼𝑹𝑺

୭̥⋆*｡✽ 𝐱𝐥𝐢𝐱.

august 19th, 2018
LITA

TW : biphobia?

"HERE WE ARE." I say softly when I stop the car. I watch as Scarlett looks around for a bit before stepping out. I gather the stuff I brought with us, take her hand in mine and guide her. We walk slowly, but carefully. It's dark outside, the sun set just a few hours ago.

"You brought me to a cemetery?!" Scarlett asks, chuckling when she notices the shape of headstones as we walk past them.

"Yeah... I– well, I want you to meet someone. Plus, no one is going to annoy us here and my sister is a great listener." She hums and continues to let me guide her. The closer we get, the more anxious I become.

We arrive at the spot and I set down the cooler I brought and our stuff... Okay now this is weird. I busy myself, I don't want to overthink my decision now. I lay down a blanket for us to sit down and kick off my shoes, I mean they're getting very uncomfortable now that we are standing on grass and cobblestones and not concrete or tile

I know Scarlett is watching me, I can see her gaze on me. I turn around and reach for her hand. I pull her to stand beside me, and here we go. I feel her squeeze my hand as I take a deep breath. I've got nothing to lose. "Eliza meet Scarlett!" I pause for a second, thinking of what to say. "Is this weird? If yes, I blame the alcohol."

She laughs, at least I'm glad I still have my sense of humour. When she comes down and is just giggling, she lays her head on my shoulder. "No, it's fine. She's important to you. Thank you for taking me here."

Phew.

I press a quick kiss on her cheek, and she unexpectedly returns the gesture. Sometimes, I feel like we're just two teenagers in love, completely hopeless and not knowing what to do. And even the smallest things make me feel all giddy.

In a desperate attempt to hide the creeping blush on my cheek and my flustered state, I let go of her hand and lay down on the blanket in front of us. She watches me with an amused smile as I try to get comfortable, but it's impossible when all that separates you from the ground is a thin hand sewn blanket. "Come here. Lay down next to me." I pat the spot next to me, and watch as she kicks off her shoes as well. She lays down next to me, as close as she can before cuddling into my side.

My focus shift towards the sky, and I take a second to look at the clear sky. It's not something you can often enjoy when you live in the city. Due to the light pollution, it's kinda hard to stargaze. I search the sky to find the two constellations I know and can recognize. Soon, I spot the bowl of the big dipper, and then the handle. From there, I'm able to find the little bear. "Hey, look! You can see the big dipper." I point out.

Scarlett lifts her head from my shoulder and follow where my finger is pointing. "Where?"

"Right there. Can you see it? Look! We can see the bowl and the handle."

I give her a couple of minutes and watch as she  searches the sky. Her eyes light up when she finally spots it. "No, hang on... Oh, yes I can!"

Our excitement soon dies down, and I have to remind myself the real reasons why we're here. Finding Scarlett crying at the end of the wedding reception wasn't something I planned... well, it's not like you can plan something like this. I'm not sure if she wants to talk about it, or if she wants to forget and needed a minute. "So... Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am." I am going to ignore this little white lie, because I know for a matter of fact that she's not.

"Scarlett." I start, but she won't even look at me. I change tactics and sit the both of us up. I lift her chin gently with my finger before continuing. "I found you crying in the kids' bedroom. We don't have to talk about it, and if you don't want to I won't push it, just please don't lie to me."