✘ ;; this is forever

Why she was at Leo’s door at the hotel they were currently at, she didn’t know. Kara didn’t know what in the world made her think it was a good idea to bother him. They had all had a long enough day after burying Dashiel. But like gravity, her feet seemed to be moving without her permission, guiding her in the direction to where Leo was. Sure she and Dash weren’t best friends but they were still pretty close, as he was to the rest of the red band society. He was a vital part of the group. And while Kara knew Emma was in the same hotel as them, she had heard from a source or two that she was engaged. And Kara had alcohol. So she was better company by far. 

Why she felt the need to rehearse what she was going to say was baffling to her. It was Leo fucking Roth. They were friends, the type of joke around and complain about their shitty problems to each other, so she shouldn’t be so nervous. But for some reason all throughout the funeral and the speeches and the crying, the only person the blonde could think about was HIM. and how you had to tell people how you felt as soon as possible or it could be too late. it was too late for Dash to live his life the right way, the universe and his shitty illness took care of that, but it wasn’t too late for her to start living her life the way she wanted. or with the person she wanted. so here she was knocking on his door at god knows what time at night. 

It wasn’t a secret she had choosen to stay single after Hunter’s death. Aside from a few not serious relationships, nothing much was happening for her at the moment. Leo was the only constant male in her life. Maybe for a reason. All the guys she hooked up with threw that word around. LOVE. it made her angry. she only loved one other guy and he was dead. maybe telling Leo wouldn’t be such a good idea. Her fragile heart couldn’t take much more disappointment after all. && YET. 

“All I want to be is a person who says ‘I love you’ and really mean it…” 

Why she blurted that out the second he opened the door, she didn’t know. And why a smile appeared on her face the second she saw his face, she didn’t know either. It’s like she didn’t have control over emotions anymore. But the words were out now. No going back on that statement. I love you. I’m in love with you. I love you, I love you, I love you. why was it so easy to admit in her head ??

Out of the corner of blue hues, she spotted a figure. Still brunette and skinny as ever, even though Emma looked far more healthy than the last time Kara saw her. Emma was here, already comforting Leo probably. 

“Emma. I’m sorry I didn’t know I was interrupting anything.” Her voice betrayed her and shook with each word, the grip she had on the bottle of vodka she was holding tightened, as if it would slip out of her hands and crash at any second. NO. Leo and Emma would not have the pleasure of seeing her b r e a k. not in this lifetime.  

“I should go.” Yet her feet remained frozen as she finally met Leo’s eyes again. “I’m sorry.”

Without any real thought, Leo closed the door behind him. And he slowly turned his back toward the door, facing Emma as she looked upon him with pleading eyes. But this time, it was different. She wasn’t pleading for his help, but... Was she telling him to help himself? Leo couldn’t figure out what this feeling was in his chest. It was strangely... NUMB.

Emma’s lips were moving. She was saying something to him, but he couldn’t hear her. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP went his heart. The lub-dub was so loud, it was deafening. Run after her, you idiot, Leo scolded himself. You’re closing the door one something good. Again. Why? Because you’re fucking scared.

Emma could see the worry in his eyes. He held all the tension in his shoulders, and his hands lay limp by his sides. She slowly made his way up to Leo. Now, why was an engaged woman standing, staying in the same room as her past lover? The man, who she once thought, who she was going to spend the rest of her life with. This man who deserved all the love she learned to find on her own. Emma learned to love herself, and truly love another man who made her world spin. It was strange. The world wasn’t spinning in the room. They somehow made everything stop by being together; together they stopped time and growth and love.

Emma stood on her tippy toes to kiss Leo on the cheek.

He snapped back to reality. “I’m sorry, Emma,” he repeated.

She turned back up to him, and this time, they shared a tender kiss. A real kiss. There they held each other, and felt all the pain, all the tension, and all their past envelope them. It was a passionate kiss. It was a sad kiss.

“Go to her, Leo,” Emma whispered, pulling away for the final time. “I’m happy.”

Here Leo stood with the love of his life melting in his arms, but he hated to remain stagnant. If he did, he was as good as dead. And Dash wasn’t quite ready to hang out with him just yet. “I love you, Emma.”

“I love you too, Leo. Now... Go to her.”

“oh how nice of you. but i don’t. need any company.” as much as she wanted to have a laugh, forget about this whole mess or even just get off of the floor, she couldn’t. she stayed crouched on the ground, not meeting leos eyes, focusing on the scattered food. the task at hand was cleaning. something easy. she rearranged some carrots, lined them up one by one, before putting them back on the tray as neatly as they had been placed. “you can GO back if you want.” not that she actually wanted to be left alone again, but anything was better than this silence between them.

        Val bit her lip. Sure, there was always the thrill of hiding, but she didn’t want to risk getting in trouble. “I-It’s nice to meet you Leo.” she mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m Valentina.”

Laura understood enough that she could piece it together. “I was dead an hour ago,” she said like it was no real problem. And she meant it totally honestly. She had healed up, and was left without even a scar. But she had woken up in the morgue.

She could smell the sickness on him, and she could smell that it was bad, but he didn’t smell like death. Death was a smell she knew well, and she’d smelled in before on people who hadn’t yet passed. Usually on the sick ones who had given up. “You’re a survivor,” she said. Not like it was an encouragement; just a simple fact. “So’m I.”

obscenely domestic starter sentences ;;

          “ as SMOOTH as that was, leo –

                   i think my contract strictly states no                    OUTSIDE relations with those being                    treated under my care.

            it sounds like something straight out             of a nicholas sparks novel. “

     “uh, i mean it’s only outside relations       if, YA KNOW, you make it outside.           it’s just chilling, so why not?”

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Emma smiled lightly at the joke but knew that it was actually deeper than Leo was letting on. He was the heart of everyone, if he wasn’t okay, everyone would fall apart. It didn’t change the truth about what was happening however. Emma couldn’t even imagine what the future was going to look like and yet somehow Leo was able to say he was managing it just fine. Then again, she was always fine too, wasn’t she? “You know I’m here for you, right?”

     “i didn’t expect much. i’m just the boring little sister… i’m not even sure she knows much about me.”