What is Easy Chapter 7: Who are You
Title: What is Easy
Chapter: 7
Pairing: Naomily
Fandom: Skins
Rating: T-Themes of suicide
Summary: I've always been good at screwing up other peoples lives. My parents, Katie's and Naomi's. It's why I had to do it. I had to escape. Only it went from bad to worse, and now I'm stuck in my own personal hell. My own fault really. Wristcutters themes. Italics is Naomi.
Previous
Prologue
Chapter 1:One Year On
Chapter 2: We Three
Chapter 3: Holding On
Chapter 4: Through Tired Eyes
Chapter 5: Routine
Chapter 6: By the Roadside
Chapter 7: Who are you
A/N: I just couldn't seem to get this next chapter out. What came out was this, it's short and I'm not all that happy with it, so I may change it I may not. Let me know what you think.
No matter how long we travelled the road seemed to stretch on forever, the landscape the same sandy brown for miles. That's what this place seemed to be made up of, dull shades of boring colours, hell even my hair was no longer fiery red, but a depressed I don't give a shit red.
Everything except the girl next to me. She was bright, she was colourful, she was refreshing.
Yet I refused to look at her. I refused to look at the girl that gave me a warped sense of hope. A hope that maybe not everybody would be lost to this world, a hope that maybe Naomi was not lost to me.
Yet the more I tried not to look at her, the more I failed. There was something about those blue eyes and that intense gaze that was fixated on me. I felt the familiar sensation in my stomach, the pounding of my heart.
If she was not Naomi, then how could she make me feel things only Naomi ever could.
My eyes met hers, and I was sure for a brief moment that I saw the corners of her mouth pull upwards in a smile. But she couldn't have smiled, it was impossible. This place was depression, there were no happy thoughts for anybody here, and certainly nothing that could make you happy enough to smile.
I knew it had to be an illusion, not unlike the one in the club. It was this world's way of telling me that I fucked up, that I would never see Naomi again, I would never see the smile that brought a similar one to my face.
But this world was wrong, Naomi had returned to me. In some sick twisted way she was right here sat beside me, operating under the belief that her name was Tallula. Was this world not punishment enough, did they feel the need to bring me so close to Naomi, but yet at the same time so far away.
Reaching my hand towards her I let my fingers lightly brush her cheek before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She was Naomi in everything but the name and her memories of me.
Could I stay around her and not want the things we had before. Could I be around a Naomi who had no memories of the things we shared. I knew the answer before I asked the questions. Yes.
Like I even had a choice.
My gaze found hers once more and I hoped she could see the pale imitation of happiness in my eyes as I lost myself in her eyes of vivid blue, her name on my lips.
Naomi
Next
Chapter 8: Vivid
Chapter: 7
Pairing: Naomily
Fandom: Skins
Rating: T-Themes of suicide
Summary: I've always been good at screwing up other peoples lives. My parents, Katie's and Naomi's. It's why I had to do it. I had to escape. Only it went from bad to worse, and now I'm stuck in my own personal hell. My own fault really. Wristcutters themes. Italics is Naomi.
Previous
Prologue
Chapter 1:One Year On
Chapter 2: We Three
Chapter 3: Holding On
Chapter 4: Through Tired Eyes
Chapter 5: Routine
Chapter 6: By the Roadside
Chapter 7: Who are you
A/N: I just couldn't seem to get this next chapter out. What came out was this, it's short and I'm not all that happy with it, so I may change it I may not. Let me know what you think.
No matter how long we travelled the road seemed to stretch on forever, the landscape the same sandy brown for miles. That's what this place seemed to be made up of, dull shades of boring colours, hell even my hair was no longer fiery red, but a depressed I don't give a shit red.
Everything except the girl next to me. She was bright, she was colourful, she was refreshing.
Yet I refused to look at her. I refused to look at the girl that gave me a warped sense of hope. A hope that maybe not everybody would be lost to this world, a hope that maybe Naomi was not lost to me.
Yet the more I tried not to look at her, the more I failed. There was something about those blue eyes and that intense gaze that was fixated on me. I felt the familiar sensation in my stomach, the pounding of my heart.
If she was not Naomi, then how could she make me feel things only Naomi ever could.
My eyes met hers, and I was sure for a brief moment that I saw the corners of her mouth pull upwards in a smile. But she couldn't have smiled, it was impossible. This place was depression, there were no happy thoughts for anybody here, and certainly nothing that could make you happy enough to smile.
I knew it had to be an illusion, not unlike the one in the club. It was this world's way of telling me that I fucked up, that I would never see Naomi again, I would never see the smile that brought a similar one to my face.
But this world was wrong, Naomi had returned to me. In some sick twisted way she was right here sat beside me, operating under the belief that her name was Tallula. Was this world not punishment enough, did they feel the need to bring me so close to Naomi, but yet at the same time so far away.
Reaching my hand towards her I let my fingers lightly brush her cheek before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She was Naomi in everything but the name and her memories of me.
Could I stay around her and not want the things we had before. Could I be around a Naomi who had no memories of the things we shared. I knew the answer before I asked the questions. Yes.
Like I even had a choice.
My gaze found hers once more and I hoped she could see the pale imitation of happiness in my eyes as I lost myself in her eyes of vivid blue, her name on my lips.
Naomi
Next
Chapter 8: Vivid