Hey guys! Thought I'd take a small break from "Demons" (just for tonight!) and post this. It's something I wrote a long time ago, but never posted. As always, please review!
Love is melting into one another, against burgundy-colored sheets that smell like cats, when they don't even own one. Though what can they expect out of linen purchased from a dollar store?
Love is blonde hair mixing with brunette. It is manicured nails tending to soft skin and rose petal lips leaving burn marks on collarbones. A hickey there, a scrape of the teeth there. It's forcing down meals that have way too much salt and watching movies that make her fall asleep, five minutes after they start.
Love is going ice skating even though she's apprehensive about it because she doesn't want to hurt herself. It's Hanna holding Spencer's hand as she twirls around in fast circles that make her slender body even more alluring. It's Hanna pretending she didn't hurt herself falling, even though Spencer can tell by look on her face that it's bullshit.
Love is also tragic. It's coming home to find Spencer high off her ass, something of which she promised she'd never do again. Not after she plowed her car into a ditch and almost killed 's finding her unable to focus, eyes glazed over, her voice high and squeaky.
It's her walking into the bathroom to find Hanna slumped over the toilet after having just ate. Again. It's her holding back beautiful blonde tresses as she vomits into the toilet over and over.
Love is screaming at each other down the streets of New York, ignoring the strange looks of passerby. It's pushing, name-calling, and sometimes shoving.
It's Hanna crawling into bed with Spencer after hours of not speaking. Love is wrapping her arms around her waist, knowing she won't pull away. It's going through the highs and lows, the good and the bad. It's addictive, heart-wrenching, painful and beautiful.
Love is bittersweet.
So what did you guys think? :)