Okay. I know it's not Lonesome but I literally stayed up until five in the morning, frustrated, because I couldn't think of anything for the life of me. So I decided not to fret anymore and this was the outcome. I haven't really decided to put any of my one shots on my WattPad before but I got home early from babysitting so I have some me time until I crash. Plus I absolutely fell in LOVE with this one. I like it, one, because love is one of my favorite topics. There is just so so much love for everyone in the world and I like the idea of expressing possibilities towards it. Two, because this story is completely up to interpretation. I wrote it with a semi basis but otherwise? Anyone can read it and make it out to thier own hearts content. Anyway, long talk so I shall get to the point(:
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I looked across the room at the golden eyed boy, wondering what was on his mind. He kept his gaze everywhere but on me, clearly biting the inside of his cheeks, something I learned he does subconsciously when he is deep in thought. I want to know what's wrong yet I just kept watching him. Though I knew he wanted to talk I couldn't bring myself to speak up. Pierce always had a way of stunning me, even in his despairing state. I wasn't much of a talker anyway, leaving that up to him.

Slowly I saw his gaze shift up to mine, I froze. He no longer seemed in thought but his eyes showed that determination of a mind made up.

I gulped at his finalized stare.

"Hellsin-"

I shook my head, something he learned I do when I don't want to speak.

He sighed "Fine."

He stood up, the chair scoffing behind him and headed up the stairs granting me one last glance. A couple seconds later I heard the bedroom door slam shut.

I closed my eyes and exhaled.

I was aware being around me could be frustrating because I went days, sometimes weeks, without uttering a word. This was only day two.

I gave it to him for putting up with me but this time felt different. Usually when he wanted to talk and I didn't he would push and push at me or just say what he wanted to, leaving me to digest it afterwards. Not this time, he walked away.

He walked away.

What would I do if he decided to walk away for good?

It was hard to remotely imagine not having him around. Sure I went long periods of time without speaking but to me his presence was worth more than any words.

What no one realized is that the less you speak the more you observed. That's how I knew so many little things about Pierce without him telling me

Like how he liked his coffee super sweet yet wouldn't tell anyone because he felt it made him seem childish. How he hated mornings except on Sunday's because he felt it helped prep him for Monday better. How he hated to physically cuddle up to me because he likes his blankets close to him, however, he liked to stay close. How for him everything had its place.

How long will I have a place next to him?

I couldn't stand the echo of my own thoughts anymore so I slipped on my shoes and left

The weather was usually always nice in North Carolina but everything seemed dim, even the sun. I guess with observing comes over thinking.

I sat on the roof looking at the night sky. I brought my cigarette to my lips, taking a drag and inhaling. I loved how smoking felt and the quiet night time gave. I felt at ease, at peace up here. I hated the dorm building, thankfully I only have two months left before I can leave this place.

"That's not good for you." A voice interrupted my serenity.

I looked towards where the voice resonated from, being met with a boy joining me where I laid.

I looked at him, confused.

I don't know what provoked me to speak to him, well at all but I did.

"This?" I held up my cigarette, clarifying what I meant.

He smiled "No, laying on the roof."

I gave him an even more confused look and this time he caught on to it.

"It was sarcasm."

"Oh." Was the only response I could think of.

For some reason that made him laugh and I found myself enjoying the sound.

"You don't talk much do you?"

I shook my head

He laughed again "Well I talk enough for two people so we should be alright."

Once again I just stared at him, my cigarette now burnt to the end. I nubbed it out in the ash tray beside me.

He spoke after a few moments of silence, something I figured he didn't like as much as I did.

"My name is Pierce by the way."

"Hellsin." I replied.

He gave me a funny look "Your parents named you Hellsin?"

"They were satanic cult leaders so it seems reasonable." I shrugged as if I had said the most normal thing ever.

His eyes went wide "You aren't joking are you?"

I shook my head again, something I did when I didn't want to speak.

"That's kind of cool. I mean, my parents were just plain out hippies."

He chuckled awkwardly then looked back at me.

"My middle name is Coral. Yours?"

"Awakening." I said without looking at him.

Honestly, I was just waiting for him to lose interest.

"Beats Coral."

I found myself actually smiling at what he said.

A couple more seconds of silence went by before he spoke again.

"There is more to you and I'll find it out."

With that he walked cautiously but also determined back towards the window, slipping in before turning to me.

"I'll see you around Hellsin." He winked then disappeared.

I was so focused on my first memory of Pierce I hadn't realized how far I had walked nor did I hear my phone going off.

Four missed calls: Pierce.

Shit.

I quickly pushed the call button.

"Where the hell are you?" He answered.

My voice wouldn't work.

"Fine don't fucking say anything. Find somewhere else to sleep tonight."

I kept the phone to my ear even though he was no longer on the other line.

What was happening?

My chest hurt, my lungs burned. It took me a minute to feel the tears crawling from my eyes.

What is this?

Without caring, letting my logic go and going with my emotions, I turned around and headed back home.

Why? Why? Why? Why?

I repeated it over and over until I was at the door.

I opened the door slowly, observing the living room before fully walking in. He wasn't in sight so I went up the stairs to our room. I contemplated knocking but his muffled sobs encouraged me to simply enter.

I know he heard me come in but he chose to ignore my presence. I cautiously crept in the bed with him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He gave me a few moments to comfort him before shoving me away and sitting up.

He didn't face me as he spoke.

"This has to stop."

I wanted to not know what he was implying but I did.

I shook my head.

He chuckled curtly "Even now you won't speak."

I wanted to. I wanted to comfort him with words, to reassure him. I just couldn't.

"I'm done Hellsin. I'm just..done." He whispered.

I shook my head more and more. He was lying.

Please be lying.

I got up and moved in front of him, kneeling by his legs so he could see me.

He made a frustrated noise, raising his hands.

"Stop shaking you're head and just talk to me."

I stopped but looked down.

I felt him try to stand, I gripped onto his knees so he couldn't.

"Let me leave Hellsin. I need to be away from you for awhile."

I stood up, only instead of letting him leave I pushed him gently back on to the bed.

He glared at me "No."

I didn't listen as I climbed on top of him to keep him in place.

He tried pushing me off but I only held his hands above his head to prevent his efforts.

I moved one of my legs between his, raising my knee up to his groin. He grunted and a small part of me relished in the sound.

"This won't solve anything."

I shook my head, I didn't care.

I traced the line of his face with my fingers, feeling his breath cascade on my palm.

He leaned into the caress and everything fell away. There was no need for words or thoughts, there was only my longing to make his heart assuage.

I pulled our bodies closer together, nuzzling his neck. His hands raked in the mass of my black hair. I took two long breaths against his throat before kissing him with chaste tenderness.

I ran my tongue along his lower lip and his mouth parted to let me in. I delighted in every taste and texture of him, just him.

I swallowed his moan, the sound still sending me apart. He was flush against me and I could feel his heartbeat stamping out a cadence with my own.

As insecure as I was, I knew I would always need him. Each kiss was gentle, unrushed, precious.

I held on to him, my breath flitting against his neck. I simply held him. I felt his tears falling as he tried to control his own breathing.

I moved my lips to his ear.

"I love you Pierce just please don't leave me, please don't leave me." I whispered; begged.

He didn't say anything this time. Only let me hold him as he cried against me.