chem kid,

You're the reason I have no need for the sun, Avery. I felt a pain in my chest as the words she screamed at me set in. Only she wasnt screaming, she was whispering, as if she didnt want to be heard over the ruckus Jamie and Mike were making in the kitchen. But everything else faded away, I felt like we were moving too fast in a world set in slow motion.
Mike came in announcing he had beer and macaroni, then stopping dead, staring at us, Jaime coming up behind him, and crashing. The beer bottles crashed to the floor and my head whipped up. Avery's black eyes were flat and her face was pale. I caught my reflection in the mirror behind her, the one that hung on the open bathroom door, and saw that my dark, tan skin was flushed and red, my eyes blood shot. I felt myself tremble.
I'd just told her that she lit up my world; I told her that she was better than the sun, more luminous, more amazing. And what did she do? She broke my heart, she let me go. Goodbye sunshine, hello solar eclipse, I'm Vic. Thanks for breaking my heart.
"Vic, look-" Avery sighed as Mike and Jaime continued to stare at the scene unfolding; my heart was shattering with every intake of breath. Biting the inside of my cheek and taking the pain, I breathed in the air she blew out, because I didnt want to let her go, not quite yet. Then I snapped: hell erupted inside my body and I lost control.
"Dont fucking bother, Ave. This love was a lie, you can't hold onto anything good! You're always trying to run away! I thought I was something you wouldnt run away from! Fuck you, Ave. Get out of my house." I screamed, exposing the side of myself I always tried to hide. Without another word, she pushed past Mike and Jaime, her black hair flowing behind her, so thick and dark like a cape.
"Dont leave." I whispered, my mouth not even moving, and my words barely audible to even myself. Mike and Jaime made their way towards me but I stalked off into my room before they could catch up, slamming the door. I slid down against the cold wood, drawing my knees up to my chest, and letting my head fall onto them. I'd lost all meaning to live, to believe. I was letting it all go. I raised my hands to my head and pulled my hair just hard enough to feel a sting.
I still care. Dont leave me. I still care. Dont leave me. I still care. Dont leave me. I still care. This was tearing me apart, seam by seam. It was torture, it was tiring. I fell asleep with a melody stuck in my head. I hummed to myself, trying to block everything out; the trembling in my limbs, the feeling that I was going to cave in and break into tiny pieces, and the screams from Jamie and Mike from the other side of the door (read: Dont kill yourself little brother! She's not worth it Vic!). I fell into an uneasy sleep.

the stars on your ceiling
I woke up the next morning, my eyes crusty with sleep and swollen from subconsciously cried tears. I walked into the bathroom, noticing the house was still and empty. I opened the medicine cabinet without bothering to switch the lights on and took out a half empty bottle of pain killers. I emptied a quarter of it into my hand and shut the mirrored medicine cabinet.
I screamed.
There was a reflection behind me, a girl with dark hair and porcelain skin, and her makeup bleeding down her doll face. She smiled wickedly with a hint of apology and humor in her heavy lidded eyes. I turned around to face her, breathing out her name: "Avery," She ran into my arms, making me drop the ten or so mauve colored pills in my palm. I pulled her close and breathed in the sent of stale cigarettes and fresh tears. Nicotine and salt.
"Take me back," She pleaded into my chest, her hands gripping my brown hair. I looked down at her and my knees weakened; I held her closer and took her back. I knew this would happen frequently, consistently, but I couldnt care less. I had her back and even if it was for just a moment, she was mine. She always came back; it was automatic for her to come back to me, she was never permanent in her decisions. I put my hand behind her neck, so I could kiss the top of her hair. She pulled me against her tighter and sighed, telling me she was sorry and she loved me. I nodded but said nothing back, I didn't want to fall back into her web completley.
A love she wrote was a love soon gone.
they glow: but not for you,
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Vic Fuentes, singer of Pierce the Veil. This was based loosely on Chemical Kids & Mechanical Brides by PTV.