heartbreak on your face
X; I'm In Here – Sia
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We were happy once.
So what happened?
… I don't know.
… life?
Maybe.
…
I guess we just—sort of—fell apart.
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She wakes up in his arms; face furrowed in his chest, counting the seconds until she realizes that this is not a dream.
Her head is killing her.
How much did she drink last night?
And—oh.
Izuru.
Izuru.
Back-pedalling, she tumbles out of the bed, shrieking slightly as it happens—and to her horror, she is completely naked.
"No." Embarrassment tinges her cheeks red, the colour of sunset, hot and bright. Her hair falls in front of her irises, completely mussed up, and for a second, it veils her from the strewn out clothes that are all across—presumably—Izuru's apartment. "No, no, no."
This cannot be happening.
Kira Izuru mumbles something, before shifting, still safe in his slumber.
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Wash.
She needs to wash.
Right now.
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Hinamori Momo remembers dancing. Remembers taking her ex-boyfriend's hand and never letting go.
… she remembers drinking, but that's about it.
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Her kisses ghost her neck, lingering long after his touch has ending. No amount of water can wash that away, it seems.
And each kiss—pressed with care and tenderness—begs of her not to go.
But she scrubs and scrubs and scrubs, to no avail.
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She's got nowhere to go, and she can't find her wallet, so she sits on a sofa, waiting until he wakes up.
Maybe then they can talk.
She can't bear to leave – she feels lost, right now, and there's a hollow ache that's seeped into her bones, and has settled there for quite some time.
Tries to think clearly, about what she should do and what she should say next.
Doesn't seem to do any good.