can't be saved (twilight-sam/leah-happy ending-pg13)nuits_froidesOctober 8 2008, 01:23:30 UTC
Her hair is now short and he misses the long black locks that he curled between his fingers.
He remembers how her eyes glinted in the moonlight as she took off her clothes and waded into the sea.
"Come in."
Sam didn't know what it was about her that night; her ethereal beauty and those heavy-lidded eyes that made him fall into her even deeper.
"I'll never let go."
*
She never laughs and her days consist of trying to breathe and forcing wounds to close, to heal.
Hell, Leah isn't a dreamer. Not anymore anyways.
She doesn't impress anyone or even bothers to and her hands smell of cigarettes and deception.
Dreams are for losers, hopeless romantics.
*
His hands find hers and he pulls her closer to his body. Her heart beats irregularly forcing her body to collapse between he excitement, the constant streaming of what-the-fucks running through her head.
(Leah never got excited, she always brushed everything off.)
His mouth finds her and she's sweating butterflies as she feels his heart against her chest, breathing becomes ragged and her eyes close and a pir of hot lips burn her neck.
He remembers how her eyes glinted in the moonlight as she took off her clothes and waded into the sea.
"Come in."
Sam didn't know what it was about her that night; her ethereal beauty and those heavy-lidded eyes that made him fall into her even deeper.
"I'll never let go."
*
She never laughs and her days consist of trying to breathe and forcing wounds to close, to heal.
Hell, Leah isn't a dreamer. Not anymore anyways.
She doesn't impress anyone or even bothers to and her hands smell of cigarettes and deception.
Dreams are for losers, hopeless romantics.
*
His hands find hers and he pulls her closer to his body. Her heart beats irregularly forcing her body to collapse between he excitement, the constant streaming of what-the-fucks running through her head.
(Leah never got excited, she always brushed everything off.)
His mouth finds her and she's sweating butterflies as she feels his heart against her chest, breathing becomes ragged and her eyes close and a pir of hot lips burn her neck.
"I'm leaving Emily, Leah. I love y-,"
*
She never woke up from a dream feeling so sad.
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YES! someone replied to my prompt and did did a totally kick-ass job. you rock.
wow, i'm indecisive. this is the awesome, though.
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i turned all angsty, i guess.
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thank youu so much.
btw, you have a wonderful way of writing, fulfill some requests!
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ooh, and thank you! i'm actually already working on a li'l one.
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