"Is this enough? Just you and me. Can it be enough?" for sam and michelle even though i’m not sure if it fits them lol <3
Oh man, Sam and Michelle are one of my all time angst couples lol. It works. Thanks for choosing them! (it's in first person/Michelle's POV because that's what Crossfire is written in...and it just happened that way)
Sometimes I think I made a mistake. The problem is that I don’t know where it is. I’ve made too many and I can’t help but wonder if it’s all blending together. If the mistakes I’ve made and the actual rare good choices are mixed up so tightly that it’s impossible to tell one from the other. It’s infuriating to be this wound up, to not be in complete control over everything because I can’t be trusted to make the right choice. Not really.
The door creaks open behind me. I don’t have to look to know who it is. I’ve been around them all long enough to be able to tell their footsteps from one another. They also all approach me in different ways. The slightly heavy footsteps accompanied by silence is only one person. Sam.
“What are you doing out here?” he asks. His voice is low as if he’s afraid of waking someone up. There’s no one out here but us.
“Stargazing.” It’s a lie. He knows that though. Sam seems to always know when I’m lying to him and when I’m trying to run. He sits down next to me on the steps and I can’t help but compare the reach of our legs. He’s so much taller than me. I’d never felt small until I was next to him.
“See anything interesting?”
“Not yet.”
He falls silent and I glance over to see him looking at the sky. I stare back at my shoes, ignoring the way I know he’s turned his gaze to me. He sighs but he doesn’t press. Part of me wants him too. I want to push him and see if I can get him to react, to break things off himself. It’s an attempt at self-destruction and protection. I ignore it. I’d been running from Sam, from everything, for ages and I was tired of it. I’m just tired.
I lean against him, resting my head against his arm as I stare out at the forest. I’m determined not to look at him. It’s easier sometimes to reach for the comfort he offered if I’m not actually faced with him. He shakes slightly as he tries to stifle a laugh but moves, wrapping the arm around me and pulling me tighter against him.
“Is this enough?” I speak without thinking. I could feel him look down at me but before he could ask, I elaborated. “Just you and me. Can...can it be enough?” My words are laced with the knowledge of every problem I’ve ever given him, with the chaos of our lives and the fear that I continually have to work through.
“Yeah,” he answers softly and I feel him kiss my hair. “It’s more than enough.”
things/concepts/aesthetics i associate with u: Big tall very handsome dudes that happen to be elves, demons, or other inhumans. Horns and fangs. dark romantic aesthetic
