𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲 ೃ⁀➷ 𝗘𝗣

ೃ⁀➷ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗢

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elvis didn't know how to breathe.

it was as if all the air in the entire world had been taken. like some one had reached down into his throat and pulled the oxygen from his lungs.

marie's world had completely crashed down. it had taken years for her to rebuild it herself and now here he was.

tearing it all back down.

the seconds felt like hours and the roaring crowd felt like silence.

his eyes.

those same eyes that had told her to write.

the same eyes that promised the stars.

marie blinked and a tear fell from her face. the sudden cold wetness sliding down her cheek swung her back into reality.

the crowd flooded back into her ears.

"thank you all so much!" marie said, sniffling into the microphone.

she rushed of stage, to the opposite side of where elvis stood.

charlie was there, talking to his own father. marie ran into his arms.

charlie hugged her tightly, keeping her body close to his.

elvis' eyes hadn't moved, they hadn't been able to rip away from marie.

the hug.

that wasn't just any hug.

he didn't know anyone else that hugged marie.

'the hugs too tight.'
elvis said in his head.
'she doesn't like to be touched like that.'

he watched as the man pulled her even tighter, not breaking the conversation he was having.

'who is that?'
elvis knew who it was, he just couldn't quite place his finger on it.

then he snapped back into place.

he hadn't spoken to marie in over two years.

she had never replied to his letters, she hadn't even bothered to send her own.