sober | ✓

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they were an electric couple, according to everyone who witnessed them together.

they were almost always touching.

his fingers laced between hers.

his arm around her shoulders.

his arms around her waist.

her hand on his cheek.

her head against his chest.

everyone envied the way they fit together despite their clashing reputations.

the bad boy and the rich girl.

the drug dealer and the study addict.

the alcoholic and the virgin.

he ignored what everyone said about them, but she listened.

on a cold night in march, they were lying in his bed, and she was letting the rumors eat away at her.

"brice, i keep hearing things that i don't want to believe." her voice was barely a whisper - she was afraid of confrontations.

"baby, how many times do i have to tell you that they don't know shit? i've never given you a reason to distrust me, have i?" his voice was sharp, and naturally she'd flinch, but she knew he needed to do this before he blew up.

"i'm sorry. i just get scared. i don't want to lose you." she buried her face in his chest. 

"baby girl, i'm not going anywhere. when i look at you, i see lightning - you're exotic and i love every bit of it. you're mine."

he placed his hand on her heart and she held it there.

she felt unstoppable when he'd hold her, and he felt fearless with her. 

if only she knew how many pills he'd taken earlier.