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Waking Habit (In Your Arms)
By
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She woke up first, like she always did.
They had slept in normal clothes. She couldn't even remember when they had both dozed off. Only that they had found their way on this comfy wide couch and promptly began to snuggle. No words were exchanged- it wasn't needed. The silence said much more than words could ever amount to.
When she woke up- ahead of her slumbering partner- she only had to retrieve her jacket from a nearby chair and she was ready to leave. She only speared a glance at the raven still sleeping peacefully but alone. She ruthlessly squashed the feeling of wrongness at the scene.
The door was unlocked, as always, so she left, silently thanking the well oiled hinges for hiding her departure. She scaled down two flights of stairs of familiar match of dull green, a hesitant hand tracing the beige wall. She was running away again. Running away from the frighteningly beautiful yet amazing stranger she met at a concert.
Who she always came running back to.
There was an improvement that day. She got as far as the coffee shop two blocks away from the apartment when she couldn't take it anymore. You see, the further she gets away from that person the hardershe runs to get back to them.
It took her half the time to go up the stairs than it did to go down them.
She stealthily opened the door and made her way to the couch. In a hurried abandon she flung her jacket to the chair it was perched previously before lying down next to that person. She arranged herself in her previous position taking in a deep breath of their scent. But an inner yearning for contact caused her to inch closer to the other, taking an arm to wrap around her waist. Comforting warmth spread throughout her body.
She could do nothing to stop the pleased sigh that escaped her lips.
She knew she only had a few minutes until her partner would wake up. It would always take a few minutes until they woke up after a body part was moved. She estimated three minutes had passed when the other did wake up.
"You know, you make me scared to wake up in the morning…" their soft, croaky, morning voice sliced the silence, "you make me scared waking up without you by my side."
"I won't leave you." She knew it was more of a can'tthan a won't.
"I know…"
The calm but weary statement was like a quiet confession of all the pain, worry and confusion her partner had dealt with. She would constantly try to run away but it never happened. She would always, always, come back. It was as if some invisible thread pulled her back, never letting her go.
It had never happened before, with any of her other… partners. She could come and go as she pleased with no feelings of remorse, commitment or dare she think it love to stop her. Yet this raven haired stranger held her heart with those expressive orbs of hers not that she knew that. Although regardless of her inner turmoil all she could do was snuggle deeper into those porcelain arms surrounded by their relaxing heat. She didn't like how… attached, she had become but whether she liked it or not she couldn't deny her (self) heart the company of this beautiful stranger.
She thought that she swore off love. Yet she can't help but feel as if she's being ensnared by it, ensnared by soft kisses, whispered nothings and captivating eyes. Well maybe she did swear of love but this entrancing, beautiful, intoxicating stranger could be an exception.
The only exception.
Author's note:
An extremely short oneshot based on the song The Only Exception by Paramore. Thanks for reading.