Hi! I was bored a while ago and wrote this tiny piece. Figured it wouldn't hurt to share it here. :) Reviews (constructive ones included!) are love.
A tear, a squeeze, a slap — it all happens too fast.
If he's being honest… Everything does when it comes to them. It's uncontrollable, compulsive, unhealthy, obsessive even; just how much they want, need each other. She lets another quiet sob escape her dry lips, because he was three hours late from work, and his phone was off.
Love, life… death. It all happens too fast. It could happen to them. It could happen to him. She wouldn't even stand a chance.
And before she can protest, he's sitting by her side, attempting to keep her from bracing her knees too tightly. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice so weak she thinks he might be about to cry as well. "I'm here."
A blonde curtain covers her perfectly drawn features as her eyes meet his, hazel locked on hazel. She listens closely as he explains he went out of town to find a shop that had pink orchids; his tone ever so calming soothing her immediately. Her throat aches and she wants to hate him for being so goddamn sweet when she was left crying over his absence. But she could never hate him, and maybe that's her biggest problem.
Instead, she hates herself. Pink orchids. Those were her favorites. She almost questions him, and then she realizes. It was their anniversary. Puck remembered. Puck wanted to surprise her with her favorite flowers. He didn't even consider the fact that he could be drowning in her own despair… Maybe because he didn't consider the fact that she needs him as much and he needs her. Maybe because he's Puck, and things just seem to be unbearably simple for him.
They balanced each other and craved for one another to keep themselves steady.
The corner of her pink lips curled into a hint of a smile.
I'm here.