It started of just as an agreement, between two strangers. Strangers who run away from their past to escape reality. It was simple. Meet at 1am. Spend an hour together. No real life problems. No real names. Then walk away.
For sixty minutes they cou...
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One Hour Agreement.
~ They swore that the stars would never fade and yet morning stole them away. But still, in every quite night the stars will alway find their way back to each other.
Warnings -
Mention of abuse
Triggering content
A LOT of flirting.
Mental struggles.
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Playlist -
The Neighbourhood - Softcore ~But I know I'd miss you, baby, if I left right now....
Chase Atlantic - Into it ~She don't really like it but she need me, yeah....
Arctic Monkey - Do I wanna know? ~How many secrets can you keep?....
Cigarettes after sex - Apocalypse ~When you're all alone, I'll reach for you....
The Neighbourhood - Reflections ~Lighting up the night, wasn't always right, baby....
Chase Atlantic - Consume ~My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless.....
The 1975 - Somebody Else ~I don't want your body, but I hate to think about you with somebody else.....
Lana Del Ray - Dark Paradise ~I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side....
The Neighbourhood - The Beach ~I've been callin you 'friend', I might need to give it up....
The Neighbourhood - Scary love ~Your love is scaring me....
Chase Atlantic - Angels ~I went out searching for an angel then you came to me, my darling....
Chase Atlantic - Falling ~And you keep on falling, baby, figure it out....
Description~
It started of just as an agreement, between two strangers. Strangers who run away from their past to escape reality. It was simple-Meet at 1am. Spend an hour together. No real life problems. No real names. Then walk away.
For sixty minutes they can be anyone they want-a poet and a ghost. A criminal and a dreamer. Just two strangers pretending life wasn't catching up on them.
It wasn't supposed to mean anything. But do we always get what we want? But somewhere between stolen glances over black coffee and whispered confessions on the dead of night. The game or should I say the escape stopped feeling like one.
Maybe because real life finally started bleeding on the fiction they created. Maybe it's the way tension always seemed to find its way to them whenever they are together.
Maybe it was the way he always showed up first, like he was afraid she wouldn't come. Maybe it was the way she memorised his silhouette before he disappeared into the city. Or maybe it was the way time always ran to fast.
But the thing about hour glasses? They just don't track time, They count down till the end.
And when the last grain of sand falls, one of them has to decide-walk away like they promised ....or break the only rule that ever mattered.
