A/N so this is the second song that I have had stuck in my head for three days now, and I can't help but see how well it fits with Aria and Ezra or it could have nothing to do with them and I have just molded the story to fit. Either way I present Clarity, based off the song Clarity by Zedd
I own nothing, no songs, no TV Shows only the big bag of weird that is my brain (hell I don't even own the phrase big bag of weird)
I know what this phone call will bring. When he takes me in his arms I know that we're both going to take a dive and the water we splash into will be an icy blast. The fire of the past will blaze back to life from it's dormant embers and warm us from the inside out. The fire it will start will leave a trail of scorched earth miles long that neither one of us will recover from. But that fire will sear a path through the memories of fear and pain as well. As scared as I am about taking this leap off the high dive I can't help but feel it's worth it. As much pain as there was in the past and will be in the future it is worth it every time. Or so I'll tell myself when the sun comes up. We'll hold tight and crash together because we both know how this will all end.
We'll start this night and pray it never ends without ever once stopping to make amends for the actions we will take in these stolen hours. The feeling of his hands on my skin as I feel his lips on mine will make us forget all common sense.
We'll lay together and the sounds of a ticking clock will fill the room as I look into his eyes when it's all over. And just like that I will be drowning in him again. And when it's time for me to leave I'll beg him not to speak, I'll ask him not to say a word because he will pull me in again and I will fall right back to him.
He is the piece of me that makes me complete and I will spend now until forever wishing that it was a piece of me I didn't need. The years between us have battered and beaten the place where he is supposed to fit, but even now with everything that is wrong he still tumbles right in. The questions we've always asked come screaming back into focus. If this love is such a tragedy why am I his remedy? If this love's insanity why does the world seem clearer when I'm seeing it through his eyes?
It takes all the strength I have to walk out the door of that apartment, and more strength than he has to let me go. I know I am leaving for good but I have no choice. I have a life in Boston I have to return to, he has a life he can't seem to leave. He knows that when I slip out the door this time, I won't be back. Somehow we'll both have to live with a void in our hearts.