#here's my garbage

kiss meme. / accepting. / @fevergrow

05. a desperate kiss .

         it’s too loud.

         her heartbeat is pounding too loud, too loud, too loudly in her ears and the sounds of the fight, of skin hitting skin, and bone cracking against bone, and of people in pain ( of ledoux in pain ) swirling around her are twisting into each other and blending together, a wall of noise crushing her down onto her place on the ground.

         her eyes are shut tight — it’s too dark out to really see what’s happening anyway, and she’s not sure she’d really want to. the last thing she’d seen before her eyes had shut of their own volition was the silver glint of sharp metal clutched tight in the hand of the man in front of ledoux, and just thinking about it now makes her stomach turn and desperately want to check if he’s okay, but still she can’t open her eyes. 

         there’s a crash of what sounds like glass, and suddenly someone’s screaming, a high piercing sound that feels like it could burst her eardrums, and it’s only when she feels the burning in her throat that realizes it’s her. 

         and then everything’s quiet. 

         she decides that maybe she prefers the roars to this. 

         hands gently brush over her arms at the same time as a soft ❛ it’s me, miss, it’s ledoux, ❜ is murmured into her ear, and suddenly she’s burrowing herself into her boyfriend’s arms, sobs practically bursting out of her throat as she whimpers his name. 

         she’s not sure how long they stay there for, but after what feels like hours, she glances up at him through her tears, and presses her lips against his, frantically trying to tug him closer. she kisses him, hard and feverish, as though if she kissed him hard enough it could erase the last half hour from existence. she starts to murmur an apology against his mouth when she starts to taste the salt of her tears between their lips, but he kisses her harder before she can finish the word.