Cola with the burnt-out taste

I'm the one you tell your fears to

There'll never be enough of us - Lorde, Pure Heroine 

Wondering at night, when the day has ended and there are no more possibilities, another day spent here. Not there.

At night where you allow yourself to entertain the impossible, where the haze of streetlights and sounds of ghost cars echo far beyond and mask what you really need.

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Wrapping an arm around him, I move closer, encasing myself in his warmth as he places a kiss on my cheek, before his chin rests on the top of my head, allowing me to melt into him.

As he leans over to turn my lamp off, my face presses into his neck. I canʼt help but press my lips against the artery that now shows, smelling the soft cotton smell of him.

His skin smooth to the touch and warm against the tip of my cold nose.

He smiles as he lays back, squeezing me gently, whispering a goodnight that tickles its way through my hair. I softly hum in response and feel my eyelids get heavier. I follow his calm breaths, in and out.

Until the harsh darkness turns soft. 

Oh, to see without my eyes

The first time that you kissed me

Boundless by the time I cried

I built your walls around me - Sufjan Stevens, Mystery of Love 

What sense could you bare to lose?

Well,

I would either miss the sound of my name being called by you, from room to room in the white walled apartment

or

I would miss the smell of your skin after long walks outside on windy days; green, fresh, honest  

or

I would miss the glow of your eyes when I'd open mine, to see if you were still there at 5am 

or

I would miss the taste of your lips when nothing else existed but us, behind closed eyes 

or

I would miss the feel of your hands, and the euphoria they create.

In short, I would die without the sense,

of you.  

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If it feels like paradise running through your bloody veins,

You know it's love heading your way - George Ezra, Paradise 

We stop the roofless car at a clearing and move to sit on the tops of the back seats, being able to see the vast ocean in our sights.

Feeling the soft burn from the white leather beneath us, the trees around swathe us in their cool, relieving shade. The sunlight dancing through as their leaves move in the wind.

The burning sun reflects from the water like diamonds, moving in ripples as birds take flight like silhouettes in front of the bright sky. 

A cool breeze saves us from the heat, like silk draping over our bodies and in-between our clothes. 

The waves whispering below, the leaves having hushed conversations, insects chirping and birds singing. The sounds of summer fill the hot thick air.

An arm rests around my shoulders despite the afternoon warmth. I lean into him and kiss his right cheek, our noses brushing.

Skin smelling like the humidity.

Smiles erupt that reach our squinting eyes, and contentedness blooms that reaches the fearless blue sky, and back.  

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I've been seeing angels

In my living room

That have walked the sun

And have slept on the moon - Khalid, American Teen

Rosebuds. That's what I'm reminded of when my eyes fall to them. 

Pink, full, blooming. 

The way they curve upwards into a smile as I trace the curve of his cheek, my touch like a feather.

They part so slightly, in anticipation, when I brush the tip of my nose against his. The playful pout that they form when I pull back.

It's grey outside today. The air still, the sky white. 

No colours could catch my eye, even if I wanted them to. 

Instead, I admire the stark contrast that I see on his face.

The wheatish bronze of his soft olive skin. 

His thick chestnut hair. 

The dark chocolate of his gleaming eyes. 

His pale puffy tear bags.

Outside, today, it is cold. But here, with strong arms around me, warm hands settled on my lower back, eye to eye, torso to torso, it is warm.

Safe and sound, where there is no sound, but breathing.

Quickly I decide, slowly I act, closing the gap. Until our minds act for us.

And his lips.

Delicate, tender.

In full bloom. 

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What a beautiful dream, I think I'll stay a while - George Ezra, Staying at Tamara's

Dark

The curtains still shut, the apartment still quiet.

Other than the flashing blue dots on his bedside alarm, and the soft light coming from under the bathroom door.

Other than the faint sound of splashing water droplets in the shower.

I close my eyes again, curling into the warm sheets that smell like us.

They flutter open when he sits at the edge of the bed, bending down to tie his shoes, his lower back becomes exposed, his shoulders taught.

Seizing the moment, I lazily extend my arm into the darkness, hoping for our skin to meet. I brush cotton with my fingertips and I know, I need more.

As he turns to face me, features soft, my hand falls and comes into contact with rough denim. I'm greeted by his lips on my forehead, the tip of my nose. My lips.

The strong smell of pine reaching the back of my throat and waking me up out of my haze.

He stands to put on his watch, focused, lips parted just the slightest amount. Strap through the silver buckle, gentle fingers on smooth leather.

Although the air is heavy and the room dark, I feel as though I am floating.

And he is as clear to me as rosewater.

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But we're the greatest, they'll hang us in the Louvre

Down the back, but who cares, still the Louvre - Lorde, Melodrama

The water flows slowly, quietly. 

Rays of sunlight reach down and paint the landscape a stunning shade of orange. Rays of sunlight reach down, to paint our skin a remarkable shade of gold.

Like his fingertips brushing my hand, the sunlight brushes the green leaves all around, framing the vista as though it were a painting.

Facing him, I realise he is my preferred painting. Eyes squinted in the sun, chocolate irises now revealing specks of honey, like the smooth skin of his neck, trailing down and disappearing under blue cotton.

The warmth of the sun causes a calm to fall over me. I take a deep breath and smell the green, the water, the earth. My eyes close.

Now all I feel is the warmth, both from the sky, and from his arm against mine, fingers intertwined at the end.

I feel him slowly lean over, breath glistening over my lips, before I'm enveloped and overwhelmed. His hand squeezes mine as he pulls away, in reassurance, in trust.

His lips like soft peaches. 

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Cause I felt melting magnets babe

The second I saw you through half-shut eyes - Disclosure and Lorde, Caracal

Immediately, I know. I'm in trouble.

From the exhale of his body against mine, from the way he takes a second to sigh into the crook of my neck.

The soft smell of his shampoo in his damp, freshly washed hair, that tickles my cheek.

Thoughts like this.

Enough of a thought to send adrenaline through my arteries. As quick as an electric bolt through me. Before reality and reason set in. 

Warm skin on warm skin turns into ghost touches. Cold.

The arms around me don't feel tight enough anymore, the space between us, too grand.

Humid whispers into my ear, turn into the sounds of sirens, the sounds of planes, the sounds of the city.

The line between the real and the other world, at moments like this, becomes as thin as a blade.

So soothing, it verges on pain.

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I couldn't speak so I slurred while I looked for a word but, you left just before I could find it - The Japanese House, Face Like Thunder 

I wake up to the sound of the city. The city I found myself in all those years ago. The sounds are familiar, I can almost call them home, but, I'm not naive enough to think of home as just one place anymore.

I blink in the illuminated darkness and release a deep breath I didn't realise I was holding. A weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, for the first time in a long time I feel at ease. I remember the presence of someone else next to me and turn to my side in the blinding hopes of finding him there. Panic erupts in me as my fingertips brush the empty sheets where he should be.

I sit up, my eyes quickly adjusting to the pseudo-dark, and look around the room. Everything is still here, none of this was a dream. A bout of irrational relief flows through me.

He is real after all.

Getting up from the bed, my feet touch the soft white carpet, my arms all too aware of the slight spring chill coming from the open balcony door. The silk curtains move like autumn leaves in a breeze, parting enough so that I can see a figure stood out there. Behind him the dotted lights of tall buildings and the blinking ones of the planes passing through above.

A view I used to die for.

The strength of the urge to go to him is unfathomable. Like my internal organs want nothing more than to fuse with his. To beat alongside his.

Stepping out onto the cool wooden floor I'm greeted by the warm, savoury smell of pollution, dulled down by the cool air coming from downriver.

He leans on the railing much like he does at home. His shoulder blades visible through the white t-shirt, arms defined, shadows trailing down him in all the right places.

Making him look like one of the purest figments of my imagination. 

Hello hello. 

My name is Sabi, I'm a Neuroscience student in London, England. 

Writing has always been a part of my life, I loved writing stories in school when I was 6, I loved writing notes and letters to my friends when I was 12, and I've written a journal since I was 13. 

Now i'm 20 (idk how that happened) and i'd like to try something new... 

My "stories" mean a lot to me, each line represents a part of my thoughts, this is important for me, and I hope you can feel something from reading them. 

As for WHO the people in the stories are... thats totally up to your imagination, but i've tagged certain topics/people that I think of while i'm writing. 

If you have any questions, feedback, criticism etc etc, please tell me! I want to get better at this stuff! 

OKKKKK here goes. 

Everything I write is first uploaded to Wattpad, please follow this link if you're interested!

https://www.wattpad.com/user/sabialdi