If you had to choose between breathing or kissing her what would you do?
It's has been exactly five days, eight hours and thirty nine minutes since I have last seen her. My heart was slowly beating inside of me, I was ready to give up in life. I was ready to with her that night, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of my head telling me she was alive. I think a small part of me always wanted to believe our love was eternal, or how she liked to call it-a fairytale. Letting a small sigh escape my chapped lips, I pressed my forehead in the slightly chilled window overlooking my 43rd story window, I wanted to believe that the cold could ease some of my worries since my nerves were all over the place, not that I was stable before but she seemed to effortlessly know how to deal with someone like me. I can imagine her soft fingertips tangled in my hair, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as she gazed into my eyes trying to sooth my soul as I was going through one of my panic attacks. I popped a blue pill into my mouth, swallowing it without water now regretting not having gone out for drinks with Adam last night after all. Pressing my uncoated fingertips inside my jeans front pocket, I slammed the front door and started on my way to the grocery store, I was running low in the fresh white roses for her. The Canadian air did nothing to help feel my warmth, but to be honest these days nothing could, every single thing would remind me of her. The way she smelled, the way her forehead would cease as her mouth pouted in concentration. The way her body heat would be next time as we made love all night. Not being glued to my ipod anymore let me hear my surroundings I noted that I was between Roger lane and Lucy Rd, I was able to clearly take in the crunchy leaves that I managed to step on, we were in the dreaded between climate between late fall early winter so you can just imagine.
Stretching my black beanie lower to cover my ears to attempt them from freezing I saw the WHOLEFOODS market just right ahead, all that I needed was to cross the street. Pressing the annoying crossing handle, I started obnoxious tapping my fingernails against the steel pole waiting impatiently waiting for the dreaded dial to start the countdown but to no avail. Groaning because at this time I was freezing my ass, frustration etched clear across my face as I got irritated as more seconds passed to alas the dial turned green, I let go of the pole and started my way across the street when…..
"CLARE!" I let a broken wheeze, as I with foggy eyes, she didn't understand, she wouldn't let me explain anything. "Please just listen! It's not what it seems!" "NO!" she just had to let me explain and everything would be just fine. "NO YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME! You're INSANE Elijah!" she screamed back at me, as she kept running away from me, pushing passed the trees and back to Morty. "Clare GET BACK HERE" I roared getting frustrated with her, WHY WASN'T SHE LETTING ME EXPLAIN? Giving not much of a choice I began to chase after her as she picked up speeding, letting small gasps. "Clare?" I asked worriedly when I saw her suddenly stop; she let a spine chilling sob, as I slowly and cautiously began to approach her, the air suddenly turned intense.
"HEY KID ARE YOU GOING TO CROSS OR WHAT!"
""YEAH, MOVE IT OR LOSE IT KID!" followed by an obnoxious string of car horns, shaking my head I was taken back to the present-where I was in the middle of the street-on my way to buy…flowers…white…flowers….Immediately I started jogging the rest of the walk, while cars wailed and honked, considering I had about seven second left. Luckily for me Canadians respect traffic rules and didn't just run me over.
Author's note: I know this is a previous story here, but I went over it and decided to change the original plot a bit while keeping some similarities. I want to start updating at least once a week and will do so unless something comes up. Thank you and I hope you give this story a chance!