flowers in my hair

in the fog of her mind, she didn’t even hear alec come in the door. it barely registered that he was there, even as his hands ran through her hair and ar,s held her close. she still struggled to catch her breath, unable to get it to an even pace. “at work—we had a patient,” she started as she struggled to get out the words. “it reminds me of how you looked when we met, how you looked during the relapse. i just—god it shook me to my core.” her voice shook as the tears continued to fall. “all i could think about was that night, everything about it. all i could see was that image and all i could think was what if i see it again. what if there’s a next time and its too late? i can’t—” the depth of her pain and fear came bubbling as she tried to even her breaths, to stop the tears. it was like there was a ghost haunting her and she couldn’t shake it off.

the timing of filming finishing had been absolutely perfect. things were kindly put off for a few weeks for him after the loss of their other twin, but freya had finally convinced him he had to go back. he knew he did, he had to make money, support his wife and daughter, and he’d been home for a week, and here they were. in the hospital, face to face with their miracle baby. brushing a hand through freyas hair and then across their babies cheek he smiled. god she was perfect, they both were. freya was a rock-star in his mind. no way could he go through what she’d been through. “i’ve got the perfect name.” he smiled, kissing her lips softly “jeanette. jean for short, maybe jeanie. after your mom.”

elijah was the typical jock. kind of a dick, but there was more to him than people knew, okay? and high school was over. he was trying to be different. trying to make some money before college. student loans scared him, and his parents didn’t have a lot of money, so they weren’t rushing to pay his tuition. especially since he’d chosen to study something he enjoyed, not what they wanted him to do. “i’ve been to a library before, you know?” he rose an eyebrow in return to her comment. he knew what she thought of her, god he’d been pretty rough on her for the last four years. different cliques and all that. “it’s the best paying job, and that’s all that matters.” he explained “what about you. why’re you spending your summer working instead of going on road trips to the beach with your girls?”

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“i’d say yes, but the boss is a bit of a hard ass.” she spoke with a raise of an eyebrow and a pout of her lips “can’t be slacking off while we’re on the clock. might lose my job.” she teased. he was cute, in a complete asshole kind of way. “i never pegged you for such a forward kind of guy, you know, though you’ve never thought to interact with us before have ya?” she questioned “i’m sure one drink won’t hurt. but you’re the one who’s gonna explain it all to your dad if he questions me about it.”

despite their falling out, isla still cared deeply for osiris. that never faded. so when he said he was tossing and turning at night, the blonde’s eyebrows knit together in concern. “do you want to borrow a couple of my fans? it’s not a bit deal you know.” though she couldn’t help the smile that grew on her lips as she looked at him. “i’m proud of you, si. you’ve come such a long way and you keep working harder. you’re someone to be admired,” she spoke softly. at the suggestion of coffee, it caused her freeze a moment. she was afraid that it would lead to another i like you, but we can’t be together kind of thing. but, she decided to take the leap. “sure, i’d love to.”

“well, this is just a suggestion, but we could always ditch this party and we could do just that. or find a private place around here,” she teased as the kiss made her light up. though beneath her teasing, she was actually serious. she could eat him up. the feeling was mutual. “thanks. you’re just lucky i love you,” she stated as she pressed a kiss to his lips. “now let’s hope you’ve said only good things about me.”

despite all the pain they had been through, she found herself able to smile at the idea of marrying him. for so long they had discussed marriage. then life got in the way of it all. “there’s no rush, you know that. whenever you’re ready, i’ll be here to say yes.” their kiss was enough to fill haven’s stomach with butterflies. her lips against his, his hands on her his, it set a fire inside her. “don’t ever leave again,” she pleaded against his lips as she gripped on to him.

the way that niklas held on to her, the way he kissed her temple, it caused esme to relax ever so slightly. her muscles began to relax, her head resting against him. to be close to him was automatic comfort. “you’re not, i don’t know, upset? i mean you just got your life back on track, we’re still figuring out the whole shop thing. we haven’t even started planning the wedding yet.” she buried her face in to his shoulder. “i don’t know. i just took like five tests today. they were all positive.”

the way he hushed her? it only made her want to fight back more. there were angry tears that stung her eyes. “no don’t tell me to calm down. i thought you were dead, never coming back. i thought was alone.” all she wanted to do was scream, but also she just wanted to melt in to his. it was like a delicate dance as she looked in to his eyes. “he’s gone? then… i can go home?” she wouldn’t get the answer, not right away. their lips met, and she just felt the passion, the relief. “miguel… god, i’m just glad you’re here,” she whispered back against his lips before she pressed them together again, wrapping her arms around him. it was like she didn’t want to let him go. 

⊰ — INTERACTION | france

      ‘     HUMAN? DON’T TELL me you’re one of those girls that’s got a million dogs so she thinks she is one.    ’    he teased with an uneasy smile.     ‘    i mean, i don’t know why i’d judge you just because you were in the woods like that. it’s not your fault. it’s those assholes’ faults. people let them just do whatever because they don’t want to deal with the actual problem of it, but they can’t keep getting away with bothering everyone. there’s decent people around. trust me, i’m not the only one. you’re putting way too much faith in me.     ’    gaze turning soft, slater added,    ‘    don’t say shit like that. you weren’t gonna die. and you’re in here now and you should probably get some sleep and warm up, you know? i’ll leave the bathroom light on upstairs so you know which door it is. but get some rest, okay?