→smile: this is the end

→song credit: eve 6, "anytime"
i don't own them, or the bands in this.

→special thanks to: faith adeline, my new beta.

kiss your apocalypse for the last, last time,
runaway, runaway, runaway again, find.

i drove for two days, stopping on the side of the road for only seven hours to sleep and rest. i tried my best to limit the times i stopped to use the bathroom or eat, buying a day's worth of mcdonald's rather than just one meal, and asking for no ice in my sodas.

by the time i caught up with her, it was on an almost abandoned stretch of highway. the lanes were small and for as far as i could see, there was just dirt and trees. it took me almost five minutes to comprehend that the little red square ahead of me was her car, and when i realised it, i floored it.

when i got close enough to make out the details, i could see her shoulder length black hair whipping around; the red and green and blue and purple tips meshing together to form something undefinable. she was wearing her favorite shirt of mine and with it, probably the necklace she almost always wore. though i couldn't hear any music, i could promise it was something avenged sevenfold or blink 182.

i stayed far enough back in the hopes that she wouldn't recognise me, but it didn't even take her ten minutes and my phone was ringing, her name on the caller ID. as best as i could, i ignored her calls, hoping that she wouldn't make the connection between her calls and my head looking down, but she pulled over and i had no choice.

kiss your apocalypse for the last, last time,
runaway, runaway, run, run, run.

"i followed you." my voice sounded raspy, dry, and unused - nervous.

"i can see that."

her eyes were blue, so blue they brought the sky to shame. i could tell she'd been crying, but not for how long or why. the bold blue tank top of hers looked worn and her jeans lacked the usual fray, she'd been pulling at the fuzz so often, so nervously. her hair was an un-brushed mess and the anklets on her left ankle were tangled and knotted, left untended.

"is that what you wanted?" i asked.

"i don't know - is that what you wanted?"

she was fighting a smile and fighting her happiness. her hands were crossed on her ribs and her head was cocked to the side, challenging me. she wasn't going to admit that i had charmed her, all over again; she wasn't going to admit that i'd done something very, very good.

"what do you think?"

"i think it makes me happy."

"it makes me happy, too."

"good. because you're staying with me."

"i know."

for the last, last time
for the last, last time
for the last, last time
for the last, last time

a/n: endings really aren't my forte, are they?
(poll? it would be so nice of you)