a series of unrelated drabbles, for the Album to Story challenge on HPFC.
we lost ourselves in the bright lights | mayday parade
Rose laughs and squirms as James lips tickle her neck. Biting her lip, she offers him a small grin as she turns around to face him. All around them the city lights twinkle and Rose has never seen a city so alive. She loves it—it makes her feel alive, more than ever.
Around them, strangers pass them by on the sidewalk without a second glance. They've all got some place to be; they've all got somewhere to go. The thought makes Rose's stomach drop and she wonders for a moment if maybe they should have stayed in London. They could have worked it all out, right?
But deep down she knows there's no working it out—she knows they won't accept her relationship with James. This was the only choice they had.
James grins dumbly and pulls her in for a kiss and Rose smiles because she realizes something. She can kiss her boyfriend in public now, without anyone judging them—no one here knows they're related.
He pulls away slowly and as her eyes flutter open, he grabs her hand and turns to look up at the city. "This is home now."
Even though she's scared, his hand is warm in hers and she knows with him, she can do anything.