you'll be my something else

—— ❝ because I came here with a load, and it feels so much l i g h t e r since I met you. honey, you should know that I could never go on without you.❞

[fckenna]

wtholden:

Holden left the stage in a world all his own, completely high off his performance. He had gone against the advice to end on a more upbeat song, choosing a newer but less… lively one instead. Two Ghosts had so many meanings, differing depending on the circumstances, but after going so long without any contact with Kenna, his main focus was how different his life and his friendship with her was. Sure, some things would always stay the same, but so many others were caught in some sort of limbo. His best friend had always had a way of bringing out the life in him no matter what, even in the dizzying world of fame he was branching into. Now between touring, her dating life, and his dating life, the balance was failing. Grinning and congratulating the band playing with him, he made his way backstage. “Kenna?” He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. “Kenna!” His grin sprang to life, his steps following suit as he made his way to her.

Nate’s words all but drowned into the background as Holden’s voice echoed through the hallway, calling out her name. The hint of questioning to it told her all she needed to know, excusing herself from the older Bradshaw male with a sheepish grin and stepping past him. “Surprise?” she said, teeth dragging across her bottom lip as her arms opened, ready to embrace him as his long gait brought him closer and closer to where she stood.

[fckenna]

wtholden:

His breath caught as they reached the edge of her bed, and he leaned into her touch as if he would never feel it again.  ❝If it isn’t, please don’t wake me up,❞ he whispered, connecting his lips with hers again. He turned and sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap as his hands slid under her shirt.

His fingertips brought forth goosebumps upon her smooth skin, the heat from his touching sending chills down to her toes. She returned his kisses with fervour, breaking away only for a moment to help rid of her shirt, before her lips we’re kissing up his neck, to his jaw and back to his lips. It was almost as if they’d never parted from each other, still moving as seamlessly together as they had when they were together. Holden had long been painted in her memory.

[richgoranski]

[fckenna]

wtholden:

Holden laughed out loud. How could he have forgotten how she could make him laugh with her words of confidence and teasing.  ❝It is. It’s incredibly hard not to miss you,❞ he told her, playing into her ego. He placed another kiss to her neck, this one closer to her collarbone, as his chest rose and fell to match her own. Ears perking at her next words, he lifted his head and followed after her in a daze.

Kenna shut the door behind him, quick to turn the lock before walking backwards and leading him towards the bed.  ❝I never thought...❞ she started, letting go of his hand so that she could use it to cup his face,  ❝I didn’t think...❞ She struggled to find the words she wanted to say, her other hand grasping at his shirt a bit more firmly.  ❝Is this real?❞

[fckenna]

wtholden:

Holden Bradshaw. Nothing fancy, but there was a ring to it. There must have been because so many people shouted it out, wrote it on poster boards, and now it was his name that was shining in lights. Living the dream, as they say, and his face was sure to show it. If his smile grew any wider, his face might split. He stood there in front of the crowd and gripped the microphone in his left hand, right hand secured on his guitar. “Thank you. I am so blessed to be here tonight, and I–” He laughed upon hearing one particular interruption. “I love you, too. I just want to take a second to dedicate this last song to someone very close to my heart. She’s my best friend, and I can’t imagine doing this without her. I wish you could be here, Kenna. Thanks again for coming out everyone.” Hooking the microphone back on the stand, he closed his eyes and started playing his final song.

An unexpected flurry of butterflies took flight at his warm laugh echoing through the amphitheater, and though she ignored them, they multiplied as soon as the dedication hit the speakers. Her smile brightened and her heart beat quickened at the sound of her name, her anticipation growing as he strummed at his guitar and the song he was playing filtered out into crowd. Was it new? The words came and she couldn’t seem place them with anything he’d shown her. But it was as the words went on that Kenna’s smile slowly fell. Her mind was clouded with a bunch of scattered thoughts. It was dedicated to her, but why? We’re just two ghosts swimming in the place of you and me? Why did it sound so...sad? Keeping her head down in an effort not to be recognized, Kenna pushed through the crowd and flashed a badge at the venue’s security once the set was over so that she could get backstage ( thanks to Holden’s father who had made sure to leave it for her at will call ). It wasn’t until she spotted the older man backstage that her smile grew once more, greeting him with a smile and a hug. “Does he have any idea?”

[inkskinned]

a serpent lives somewhere inside my ribs between my solar plexus and my sternum   so i’m sorry that i end up poisoning everything i want to sink my teeth into   it’s just that i don’t know how to love without crushing something in my palms it’s just that i don’t know how to love how to be enough    and maybe you can learn to think i’m cute and cuddly and good for you but i’ll always be this, some bit of broken tooth, i’ll always be wild, always dangerous  always a threat to you.   just. i’m sorry for hurting you.  it’s all i really know how to do.

A good friend // r.i.d (via jimhalport)

[supposedtobe]

“Why?” he asks desperately. “Why what?” she asks tiredly. “You walked away,” he spits out, “I want to know why?” His voice breaks on the last syllable. She wraps her arms around her tightly against the cold air beating around them. After a long pause she meets his gaze head on. “You were going to break my heart.” He lets out a short, cruel laugh and turns is eyeline skyward, “So you broke mine instead.”

29/11/2015  (via lunarchld)

[fckenna]

wtholden:

It was the moment she said his name again, with more emphasis, that Holden began to mark her. He hadn’t originally planned on leaving behind any evidence of his presence–not that he had planned on any of this–but he couldn’t help himself. She was his. Before he could do anything significant, she was pulling him back to look at him, and he saw the same look in her eyes that he had in his.  ❝Not nearly as much as I’ve missed you, I bet,❞ he countered. She never could resist a challenge, from what he remembered. Neither of them could.

Drunk off his kisses, Kenna merely mewled as he marked what was once all his, rational thoughts fleeing in order to make room for him and only him before her god awful conscience could get in the way. ❝Probably not,❞ she conceded, her eyes meeting his with a playful twinkle in her eye,  ❝It’d be hard not to miss me.❞ Her voice was low as she tried to catch her breath, her hand daringly playing with the seam of his shirt before decidedly taking his hand within hers,  ❝Come with me,❞ she told him, mindlessly leading her towards her bedroom.

[fckenna]

@wtholden

After months away, t was all meant to be a surprise as she stood hidden within the crowd — a single face in a sea of singing and swaying fans there to watch the concert headliner completely command his stage. Holden Bradshaw, the lights read. A true, bonafide rock star if Kenna had ever seen one and her best friend. It was when she got to do this...when she got to see him up there living his dream that she understood. It was why missing him and learning to share him with the world was worth it. After all, it was she who really knew the Philly Boy beneath all the designer clothes  — not them. Or so she thought.

[amiihans]

i put up walls around my heart, fortified them so that no one could know that it was cracked and hollow. then i met you and they all toppled one after the other.

how could you make it feel whole again? // m.t. (via daniellecampbcll)

[793-archive]

                         ❝ What’s a soulmate? ❞

              ❝ It’s a..

                        Well, it’s like a best friend, but more.

   It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone                                                                                                                           else.

It’s someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don’t make you a better person…

                  you do that yourself— because they i n s p i r e you.

              A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever.

                  It’s the one person who knew you,                                 and accepted you,                                     and believed in you                                                         before anyone else did                                           or when no one else would.

                   And no matter what happens.. you’ll always love them. ❞

[wtholden]

His lips moved to trail over her neck automatically when she broke away. The way his name fell from her lips sent chills racing down his spine, and he hummed as his tongue graced her skin just above her collarbone. He was sure he had goosebumps covering his body, never having a chance to fade before another of her touches brought them back.

[fckenna]

❝Holden,❞ she repeated, the gasp falling from her lips being muffled as they brushed against his shoulder.  ❝Christ,❞ she breathed out, her fingertips dragging against his scalp before gripping lightly at the ends of his hair. She was so weak. So caught up in him that her resolve was practically non-existant.  Especially now. Especially like this. She pulled his head back with her tangled fingers, lusting hazel eyes meeting his own green ones.  ❝I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.❞

[wtholden]

Holden followed Kenna with absolutely no resistance. He would go to the end of the world with her if they could be together even one more time. With her back pressed to the bookshelf and his body flush against hers, his once slow kisses grew faster and more ravenous than ever. Breathing was far from the top of his priorities, and he took quick intakes of air every so often so he wouldn’t have to be separated from her for long. He deepened the kiss and allowed his hands to dip down to her hips before one of them slid around towards her back pocket. He wanted her closer. No, he needed it. Despite their proximity, he felt like they were still so far apart.

[fckenna]

It had been years since Kenna had felt his hands on her like this and and she couldn’t get enough. She craved his touch, so foreign, yet every bit familiar. How had she ever gone so long without it, let alone him? Had Levi ever made her feel like this? Levi. Shit. Breaking from the heated kiss in a sudden search for air, Kenna’s head fell back against the shelf of books, her fingertips sliding against his jaw as his name breathlessly parted from her lips.

[wtholden]

The moment her lips met his, a weight was lifted from him. She didn’t need to say anything for him to know that she felt the same way, that she wanted and missed him as much as he wanted and missed her. He wasn’t sure what would happen when they came down from this high, back to reality, but he did not care even the slightest. Kissing Kenna was better than he remembered. Maybe it was because of the height of their emotions and his confession, but maybe it was also because he had spent so long without her kisses that he’d started to forget what it felt like at all. He never wanted to forget again, and in case this turned out to be his last chance–if she decided after that she did not want him back after all–he wanted to make the most of this time and savor every last second. His lips moved against hers slowly but with a passion he could not hold back if he wanted.

[fckenna]

The kiss was electric. The shock it sent through her intense and quivering as her body brushed up against his own, needing to feel more of him as they molded together like two perfectly fitted pieces of a puzzle. She’d missed him more than she had ever realized. His lips, his touch, his warmth, his love — all of it. Holden had always made her feel so alive and this kiss...it was like some portion of life itself had been returned and restored to her. There would be consequences and repercussions, sure, but those thoughts were too far from her mind. The only thing on her mind now was Holden, the boy that still held an overwhelmingly large part of heart. Her fingertips grasped at the front of his shirt as she grew hungrier for the taste that only his lips allowed her, slowly guiding him forward until her back all but collided with her bookshelf. 

[jessamichaelss]

[karanna1]

What else could the ocean be What else is the sea But a hundred million drops of water

[wtholden]

Holden could not fight her, letting her words stab through his heart one by one. He had never thought about how his actions would affect her. He hadn’t considered that things could have been different if he stayed, if he had let her come to him like he’d wanted her to when they first broke up. She was right. Every word she said hit him with the hard truth, and he had to ask himself if his words were empty. No. Of course they weren’t. He meant every word he said, and he would stay and prove it to her this time.  ❝I’m so sorry,❞ he whispered, stepping forward so he could brush away the falling tears from her face. What else could he possibly say? Nothing would excuse his behavior. His fingers weaved into her hair as he slid his right hand to the back of her neck. If he moved three inches, he could kiss her. He could forget they were both with other people and hope that she would understand just how much he missed and loved her. But he did not lean forward. He did not kiss her. Knowing everything he did about Kenna’s past, Holden restrained himself because cheating would never be okay, not even when they belonged together. He couldn’t do that to her.  ❝I won’t leave again,❞ he promised.  ❝I’ll be here. I’ll be wherever you want me to be because I–❞ The realization had been there, and he’d known of its presence for a while now, but there was a big difference between admitting it to himself and admitting it out loud.  ❝Because I don’t love her. I love you.❞ He expected her to push him away, and he waited for it. His words would be welcomed or they would make her even angrier. He wasn’t sure if there was an in between. 

[fckenna]

Her breath caught in her throat as he stepped forward, her heart quickening as soon as he brushed at her cheeks, forcing her to realize that she’d been crying, despite doing her best not to. His touch burned, but she didn’t pull away. Not that she could with the way his free hand had entangled itself in her hair before sliding past to cup her neck in such a way that she could look nowhere but at him. It was hard to be angry with her eyes locked on his, his promise stirring at the butterflies in her stomach once again. His voice was almost firm and ripped with such sincerity that Kenna couldn’t help but get lost in his gaze, her anger slowly dissipating. And then...Kenna’s heart was beating so erratically in her chest, she thought it might leap out at any moment. Three words and three syllables, had she heard him right? His look told him she had, and though later she’d feel sorry for Lena, her roommate was hardly on her mind. Caught up in his confession and every single one her emotions, Kenna leaned forward and quickly captured his lips before she could even think about what the consequences of such an action might be. All she knew was that she needed to feel his lips on hers about as much she needed to breathe, if not more. And suddenly, nothing else mattered.