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valerie casablancas x elijah hewson
chapter eighteen || 🎬🤍🦢

❝ and watch as the raindrop disguise the reflection of tears coming down from my eyes! ❞

     exactly like last time, valerie was seconds away from asking him to not leave when he kissed her goodbye for the — what felt like — millionth time.

    "when are you coming back this time?" it was may second and she was ninety percent sure they wouldn't see each other for a long time. maybe that was good? she wasn't sure.

    elijah grimaced, "end of july." he smiled ad she huffed, "it's not that bad."

    "are you insane?" she deadpanned, "have you lost your mind. is there anything in there?" she asked, knocking on his head, "sounds pretty hollow."

he laughed, dodging her hands before grabbing them and holding them in his own, "this is a good thing." he confirmed her thoughts from a minute ago, "it gives us time to reflect on this."

   "reflect?" she asked. she sounded so small his heart almost cracked in two.

    he nodded slowly, "yeah... realise if this is what we want or not."

    she swore her heart shattered into a million pieces, "oh... so, you don't want this?"

"of course i do, but time apart makes the heart grow fonder or some bullshit."

"you know, you can just end it now if you want. i won't hold it against you. i'll respect you more if you don't drag it."

he kissed her again, holding the back of her head so she wouldn't pull away from him. she held onto his arms to hold herself up incase her knees gave out on her.

    "does that make you think i want to end this?"

     "not exactly, but i'm really bad a social cues." she laughed, but stopped once she realised he was serious.

   "i'm serious about this. i want this to work."

    so do i. she wanted to say, but she didn't. 

    "i know..."

i'm updating this from my five minute brake of studying 😝 (i'm not even allowed to be on my phone)