Atlas Grove, once a dancer with dreams of dancing under the stars, now lives petrified in the shadows of abuse. To escape her living nightmare she must keep her head down and work hard, being her senior year this is her last chance to get out. Altho...
"Atlas..." my heart pounded against my chest, I've never been so nervous. Her brows pinch together and she swallows audibly.
"Do... uh... do I know you?" Her voice is quiet, scratchy. An unsharpened knife is plunged into me. My muscles slacken and I almost fall to the floor, my eyes fill and blur.
"Joke. Hey, Quarterback." And just like that my whole body gives out, I fall onto the bed beside her and sob, her hands squeeze my shoulders, "Blaze. Shit, sorry, I'm sorry. I was just trying to lighten the mood." I lift my head, and cup her cheeks carefully.
"You... oh butterfly, I..."
"Hey, it's okay. It's okay. I'm fine. I'm sorry." She pushes her forehead to mine, wincing as she does.
"Don't do that again." I chuckle through my tears. "Oh Butterfly, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I-"
"Blaze stop. What are you talking about?" Her hand rests on my chest where my heart beats, trying to return to a normal pace. "Come here, sit with me." She wiggles over, grunting then pats the bed beside her. I move onto the bed next to her leaving a considerable gap, "Blaze, come closer. I won't break." I eye her and refuse to move closer. "Fine, you lump of lard." She starts to move.
"Stop. Fine." She grins smugly as I nestle closer to her and she rests her head on my chest. I close my arms around her and breathe her in, revelling in the warmth that fills me. It's been too long since I've held her like this. Every cell in me is alight and jumping, buzzing under my skin. The void inside me, gaping into a dark hole is filling ever so slowly.
"Firstly, I don't want to hear any apologies. This was in no way your fault, it was all... him and..." She pauses to look up at me, calculating what to say with her brows pinched. "Blaze do you know anything about what he wanted?" I turn to look at her confused. I shake my head. "I mean other than wanting me... dead." Pain laces through me at her words. She must see as she grips my hand with her non-injured one and squeezes. "Okay, well... I'll tell you but before that, I just... I have to tell you what I've been wanting to for ages or I will actually burst." She takes a big breath and her features soften as she rests her splinted hand on my cheek, moving her thumb backwards and forwards slowly. "I just want to say... I love you. I love you so much and what I wanted to tell you that night was... I can't live without you Blaze. I was never going to just walk away from all this. It's you and it'll always be you. I don't want to be apart anymore and if you'll take me, I want to come back. We can work this out and we both have things to work on but I trust you more than anything, I never didn't trust you and that night taught me that I need to trust myself and start living for me, feeling good about myself. I love you quarterback."
"I would have fought you anyway if you'd left," I mumble.
"No, you wouldn't have, because you trust my judgement and I need to start doing that." I place a kiss on her forehead, just below the stitches. "So can I come back?"
"You never left, not really." She moves in closer and I pull the covers up around us, "I love you. We'll get through all the shit because sometimes it's okay to be selfish and put ourselves before anything else. When you left I couldn't bear thinking about a life without you. We might be young and this is fucking corny but I think everyone has a twin flame bullshit and you're mine. You're my person. I'm sorry butterfly-"
"No, none of that Blaze. We're both victims in this and he... has anyone found him?" She peers up at me, her long lashes floating across her cheeks.
"No, not yet but they will and you are safe sweetheart." She takes a moment then nods at me.
"We'll work on all this. We'll talk through decisions and be happy for ourselves and each other no matter what. As you said you're my 'twin flame bullshit'." She snickers, pinching my cheek which turns into a yawn and winces, the pressure against her ribs causing havoc. "I need to tell you what happened. It's deeper than you think but please don't get angry..."
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It's so crazy to think this is nearly done :( my next project is in the works so keep your eyes peeled ;) maybe include something along the F1 theme :)
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