Author: STaNDMeow PM
Taylor Swift Songfic. Ugh! Honestly this is such a fail. Guess I shouldn't have followed my dreams.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 912 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 04-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3017997
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I could feel the earth slowly rumbling beneath me. I could hear but everything seemed to be a blur. My eyes, ears and legs have lost senses. I blinked and I found my knees on the floor. Obviously, my legs have betrayed me. I looked at Faith then Light. Then back at Hope. I could see that this was also tearing her apart. Fat tears ran down her cheeks. She tried so hard not to blink. I tried to yell, but I couldn't find my voice. I felt—numb.
Slowly, she turned away from me and took a step away. Even though I'm not thinking straight, I was actually counting all the inches she took. I don't want this! I don't want to lose Hope!
" —Don't." My voice came out coarse and my throat itches. She couldn't hear me, not when she had disappeared from my sight.
I could feel the salts of tears on my cheeks. Why now? I looked around and realized that I'm all alone with Light, Hope and Faith's older brother. His eyebrows are pulled into one. He had that pity look on his face. If someone was around I would quickly run away like the devil was on my heels. But this boy in front of me, is not a typical someone. He's the bridge between me and my angels.
The angels that I've lost.
His feet seemed to be glued to the floor. I couldn't help myself but threw myself at him before I broke out another sea of tears. I sobbed into his shirt. I might regret doing this later, considering he has a girlfriend. But, right now, I felt so lost and alone that the only thing that could ease this was him.
He raised his hand slowly. Please don't push me away. Please don't push me away!
I could feel his hand brushing my hair with deep affection. This surprised me but this moment was pure gold that I wouldn't stop him even if the sky had to crack into two.
"It's not your fault." He tried soothing me.
"Then why does it look like as if I'm the one who started this?"
He sighed as he ran out of words.
"Because deep down, we, the four of us, know that he is part of this."
Four years with Hope, he decided to confess his crush to me. This unrequited love had been going on for 3 years. My breath hitched as my brain did the math.
"What should I do?"
"I can make it feel better, I think."
I lifted my head and looked at him with hopeful eyes. His hands cupped my face.
He leaned towards my face.
His eyes closed.
He parted his lips.
His lips touched mine. He kissed me. Blood rushing to my face.
He pulled away as he felt me froze in his arms. Surprisingly, my tears stopped and there's this feeling. Something that felt so wrong and so right that I couldn't tell. My brain is telling me how wrong this is, on so many levels. But my heart is whispering, "Maybe if I let him do this, something might turn up. Something like—love."
That did it. I crashed my lips on his and bit on his lower lip asking for entrance. I'm surprised at this. Where did I learned to do that? He moaned and I quickly shoved my tongue in his mouth. I felt a smile on my lips and I returned it, before our tongues were at war. Moans and gasps escaped our mouths. Both fighting for dominance. Tired of fighting I let him win.
After of what like 5 roses of kisses, we pulled away and sucked for air. I laid my eyes on his and saw it. Love. Took me long enough for my brain to process. Then, my whole body and soul had just realized what I did. My face are burning and with no doubt, I looked like a tomato.
He chuckled and put a hand on my cheek. Gosh, he's cold. That, or my cheek burning from Celsius to Fahrenheit.
"I—I'm sorry." I muttered. I turned away to continue my life as a horrible human being.
I felt my wrist being pulled by a hand. "Wait."
I turned around. He looked down before he quickly muttered, "Iloveyou." I tilted my head to the left in confusion. But, I thought he was—
"Yeah, about Emily. Well, we—broke up."
Must be bad for her but I didn't say anything, afraid that it might be a wrong move and afraid that it might destroy our newly found relationship.
We've held hands. We've walked down the beach. It's nighttime and being the nyctophobic girl I am, it surprised me how instead of feeling scared, I felt happy. And here we were, sitting at the rocks on the beach. He had a guitar on his lap and his fingers strumming the strings. I couldn't help but smile at the beautiful image.
"The jury's out,
But my choice is you"
We both sang the chorus.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard
The stakes are high
The water's rough
But this love is ours.