The oak wood door left its embrace with its square frame to make
way for her god of her boyfriend. With that motion, the distinct
odor of champagne and the scent of Jared’s signature
cologne— One Million— wafted to the outdoors and
around Elena.
“Baby…” he greeted the girl by immediately taking her palm into his and caressing it with his thumb. Elena wanted to flinch away from the contact, but she couldn’t bring herself to tear her hand away, not when it brought her such a thrilling electric feel. “Why don’t you come inside? I don’t mind either way, but I really want to tell you something,” the teenage girl looked down at the stone ground as her long, black eyelashes kissed the tops of her ruddy cheeks. I have something to tell you too… she wanted to say. I never told you, but I have had leukemia for a while now… And it’s gradually getting worse and worse, the abnormal white blood cells keep building up… A-and I only have two years to live now because of it. I’m so… scared, Jared. Then, he would hug her and tell her everything would be alright—because he would be there until the end. But, she would not let those words climb out of her trembling lips.
“Jared… I…” a bead of sweet formed on the back of her neck, covered by her long brown hair currently spun into tight tendrils that cascaded down her back.
“It’s okay,” he murmured before giving her pink cheeks a light peck. “Um,” he let out a nervous chuckle, then glanced at the ground. The light from above sparkled the golden highlights in his otherwise brown hair. “I’ve wanted to tell you this forever, but I need to tell you now. Can I tell you this wonderful, or maybe terrible thing? It can’t wait. My family aren’t just the owners of the Carstairs hotels… We are also royalty, and me?” another uneasy laugh ensued from his large, kissable pink lips. “I’m the heir to the—“ a thickness coated her throat the moment she cut him off.
At that instance, Elena tore her hand away from his, her skin skimming against his for maybe the last time. These movements left very confused look on Jared’s face and a blank stare in his sea green eyes. “Don’t even bother to finish, I don’t want anything to do with you and your throne, especially you,” each word spewed with a poignant poison, and the knife her words delivered cut so deep, in both Elena and Jared. She forced each and every lie out of her mouth, each packing a punch full of sheer agony. The girl could feel her flawless glass castle shattering before her into a thousand pieces, leaving her world in jagged pieces—both broken and dangerous.
“I could never love a royal as*hole like you,” she choked out each word with a quivering lip. She just managed to whisper those few heart wrenching words before spinning herself around and running away in the dark depths of the night, her long white dress flying behind her like a ghost in the night. If the girl had only paused for a second, she might have had a glimpse at the boy’s face—it looked completely and utterly numb; his eyes drained and sucked so dry of all the joy and light. Maybe it would remind her of her own face when her own parents told her Elena only had two years to live. Maybe, Elena, herself, had caused a bigger bruise on him than her disease ever could.
She didn’t want her disease to form a bruise, an unhealable one, on Jared’s very much alive heart when she would pass. No, she would only let leukemia bruise her own heart, and her own body beyond repair.
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bluehoodiesbabe
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1 decade ago
REALLY!? and hold on listen to this song while reading it http://open.spotify.com/track/3ZjnFYlal0fXN6t61wdxhl <3
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s3lfiz4lyf · 1 decade ago
wait I'm crying that's perfect
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