"I hope for you to be happy
And for me to never have to hear about it"
Skylar
"Hunter?" I mumbled as I traced circles on his hand. We are laying down in his bed. His room. His scent is everywhere it feels intoxicating.
"Hm?" He brushed my hair away from my face.
"Do you love yourself?"
"To a certain degree, yes. I'm not entirely obsessed with myself but I did come at peace with myself as a person" I laughed and hit his arm with mine.
"You didn't tell me you were a poet"
"Well, you never asked me." He shrugged and opened his drawer, taking a black notebook out.
"Wait, you're serious?" I questioned as I tried taking it but he moved his arm further away.
"Why? Is it bad that a guy can actually write?" I rolled my eyes while he looked through the pages.
"At least let me see. It's not like it's a secret if you keep it in a drawer."
"It is a secret since I don't bring anyone here." He mumbled the last part thinking I didn't hear it.
He looked through the pages while I admired his looks, his hair falling perfectly over his eyes as he studied the words carefully, making sure he doesn't spill a big part of himself on me.
"I wish there was a way
That I could swim an ocean
Without having to know how to swim." He read a paragraph while my head stayed in his lap, my eyes following his the whole time they moved between the sentences.
"What's the meaning behind it?"
"I don't know, I don't write to overthink the meaning of my work, I write what goes through my heart, not head." I wish I could stay here for hours with him and just listen to him talk and read his poems.
"Do you write often?" I wondered as he took his time to answer while looking away.
"Depends on...certain things"
"Like?"
"What happened that day, who was I with, did it have an impact on my future?"
"Are you like some type of reincarnation of Shakespeare?"
"Funny. Very funny." He rolled his eyes and closed the notebook, putting it back to its original place.
"So, why don't you love yourself, bunny?"
"First of all, stop calling me that, second, I just gave too much of myself to too many people till there was nothing left to give." He caressed my face with his thumb as I closed my eyes and let the outside world fade to dust.
"You like spending time with me." I hummed in response and let him give me the needed comfort in that moment. It's like I crave to be alone yet not lonely at the same time.
"You don't have to always pretend to be brave, Skylar." I got away from his touch as my knees got close to my face and my back was against the wall.
"Who said I'm pretending?"
"We all have a dark past that we don't wish upon our worst enemies. So, tell me, what's your pattern? What's the story that sculpt you this way?"
"My dad." That's all I had to say before I broke down and tears started spilling and my heart started hurting. It hurts to be weak. It hurts to care so much about someone that didn't care about being a father.
He suddenly came close to me and hugged my whole body. It felt as if he was hugging me tight enough to hug my 12yo self. I felt comfort and safety for the first time In years.
"You're the first girl I ever brought here, you know?" He suddenly said, more to himself than me. He was trying to figure out the reason on why I was the one to be here.
"Why?"
"Why, what?" He asked.
"Why was I the first one here?"
"You seem different, I haven't been able to unravel your pattern, so I chose to let you stay here because I want to maybe get to know you better."
"You met me yesterday, literally." I laughed and rolled my eyes.
I got out of the bed, wiped my tears off and looked around the room a bit. Black painted walls, making the room look smaller, vinyls on the walls, posters, and a picture of himself was hanging in the middle of all that, he looked to be about 10.
"What's the story of this photo?"
"You'll find out one day."
"Hm what if I disappear today and we never talk again?"
"If you push people away are you really a strong person? Or just a lonely person scared to care for others?" He keeps talking in metaphors and my head keeps spinning trying to figure him out. Who is this guy?
Ever since I was a child I've met a fair share of men and none were like this.
"Leave." He suddenly said and my whole body shattered, why?
"Why? I thought you wanted me to stay."
"No. If you want to leave, leave. I'm not keeping you locked here, am I? You are free to do whatever you want. All I can do is let you go.".
"You know what? Fuck you and your metaphors." I left his room, went downstairs and grabbed my jacket and just made my way to the door.
I sat there for a second, two, three. Open it. Why aren't you opening it? Do you hope that he will come after you like in those dumb romantic movies? He won't.
I put my thoughts aside and left his penthouse. He doesn't care. No one does or will. I'm not someone that stays, I'm just a memory that passes by once and you forget about it.
Hunter
I know she wanted to stay. But if one can't utter what they truly want it's not big enough for them to try hard enough to speak out. So, I let her leave. She got under my skin too much anyway. I never let any girl see my room before, I let her see my walls, my life, the photo. Yet, she didn't want to be helped.
I took my notebook out and my pen found its way to the white paper as I started writing. It's weird how one person can have an impact on you after just some moments spent together.
Skylar
How do you tell someone you care about them without having to be weak?
I made my way home and when I saw my house I just didn't even want to enter. It seemed as if my home didn't feel anything like home.
I entered the door and already felt nauseous. I don't feel like talking to mum right now, the place seems to be filled with darkness, a sign that she's still asleep.
It's only 4 p.m. so it's not that dark outside.
I laid down and let my thoughts consume me until I fell asleep and my nightmares slowly walked back inside my head.
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Fear. I woke up shaking and gasping for air like I have just been held under water for too long.
I sat in my bed for a few moments and right as I was about to fall asleep I heard something something hitting my window. I ignored it, thinking it was just the tree.
"You shouldn't have a ladder right at your window, it's dangerous. Some creep might enter it." I got up so fast that my vision got blurry but I could still see his figure even in the darkness. Hunter.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I whispered trying to not yell so my mom won't hear us.
"I came back to you, you chose to leave I chose to stay." What is this guy doing? Does he think I'm some type of rapunzel? Climbing up my window and everything.
"Lay down." He said in a different tone that made me lay down and think of everything that just happened.
I felt his presence on my bed as his arms held me tight. What is he doing? His hot breath on my neck made me shiver and his next words got me flustered.
"You know, darkness intensifies our emotions, we never know what is about to happen, we can just wait In anticipation." He kissed my neck and I closed my eyes my heartbeat getting faster.
"Mm do you like it?"
"Maybe." I mumbled as he chuckled while still kissing my neck.
"What about this." He nibbled on my ear.
"Maybe."
He knew I liked it. He knew I loved it. He knows what's in my head.
He continued kissing my neck and I threw my head back groaning at the impact of his warm lips on my cold neck.
His arms held my waist as I kept moving around trying to face him but he wouldn't let me.
Suddenly, he stopped kissing me.
"Sleep, I'll be here until you fall asleep. I came back because I knew you get nightmares and you don't deserve them. Close your eyes, bunny. Let me take away the suffering." For some reason I let him hug me and I felt safe in his arms.
He could be a creep that only wants to use me, why did I let him get to me? But then again, he came back. I wanted him to come back.
A part of me is happy that he is back.
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Hiii guys finally new chapter im sorry for not posting in so long but I'm finally back!
Do we like hunter?
