I'm scared of lonely
And I'm scared of being the only shadow I see along a wall
And I'm scared of the only heart beat I hear beating is my own
And I'm scared of being alone, I can't seem to breathe
When I am lost in this dream, I need you to hold me
I'm scared of lonely, I'm scared of lonely
They were dancing again. Her arms were around his neck whispering his name as his hands gripped her waist tighter. Their bodies were intertwined, and sweat shone against their skin as they moved. Her name fell off his lips as he buried his face in her neck. When he moved faster, she moaned louder. The dance was quick tonight. It was rough and lacking emotion unlike the other nights where it was slow and passionate. He was thinking of her too much to focus on the girl in front of him.
"Seth," she placed a hand on his cheek, and he opened his eyes. He hadn't even known he closed them. "Are you alright?" her town was gentle and her eyes were searching his for answers.
"I'm fine," he murmured kissing her neck. "I'm fine."
"We can stop doing this if you want." She gestured to their sweaty bodies and once again he lost his focus.
"No," he closed his eyes again to focus on the face that he was already forgetting. "You make the pain go away."
"I promised you that I would, right?"
He didn't answer. He was lost in his own mind, and she could sense it.
"Seth?" There was still no answer. "Seth, do you know who I am?"
"Of course I do." He murmured lazily tracing an invisible line going up and down her arm.
"Who am I?"
"Pyro," the name rolled off his tongue before he could stop it, and immediately his eyes flew open. His brown eyes were met with the tear filled eyes of the girl he hated and loved. Nervously, he ran a hand through his hair. "Renesmee–"
"Save it." She slid out of the bed and snatched her white oxford shirt off the chair. He watched her angrily button the shirt as tears slid down her face. "Sometimes I think you care more about her than you care about me. All those nights you whispered you loved me. All those nights we-we," her voice broke and she wrapped her arms around herself.
"Renesmee–"
"Did it mean anything to you?" Her eyes met his and he looked away. "Seth, did it mean anything to you?"
"Yes," his voice was so quiet he could barely hear it. "It meant everything to me. I love you so much, Nessie. You don't understand how much I need you. It's just… she was my imprint. Of course I'm still affected by her." He wanted to throw up. He wanted to take the words back.
Renesmee wiped the tears from her eyes as she looked at Seth. Slowly, she crawled back in the bed with him curling up against his body. He could smell her tears and feel her sadness, and he ignored them. He always ignored them.
I'M SO SORRY T_T I literally just started highschool and I'm so unused to the amount of work they give us and plus I'm tennis AND track at my school! I get home so late and I know I shouldn't be making excuses pleaseee forgive meeee! I'm going to try to update more often.