@StreetsPr1nce ++ kissed. She was shocked. Stunned. Stuck. She opened her eyes, realizing it was /him/. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, her eyes closing once again.
“You came back— you came back.” Was all she managed to choke out before tears re-flooded her eyes.
@StreetsPr1nce ++ tears in solitude, as she stared into the horizon— Auradon. If she had come from there, would things be different?
She was lost in her thoughts when she was suddenly grabbed.
“No, no!”
She attempted to wrestle free of the grip on her, before she was turned around and++
@StreetsPr1nce ++ But I’m feeling no dread and I have no regrets about my decision. Maybe this could be the start of the relationship we both desire and deserve.”
@StreetsPr1nce Hazel was terrified, she wasn’t gonna lie about that. She was scared of his parents hating her and turning her away simply because of what she was. But that was a risk she was willing to take for him.
“I love you too. And it should show, because I’m leaving my comfort zone. ++
@StreetsPr1nce She laughed and shook her head slowly.
“I’m tired of just “making it work”, Amir. I want to be happy with you. I want to actively be your girlfriend. Look, I love you. And if leaving my home behind is what it takes, I’m doing it. You are what I want.”
@StreetsPr1nce ++ seen or heard from either of them since the day the barrier was opened. She was here… alone.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. “Fine… if that’s what it takes for us to be together and to stop our hearts from hurting every single day… I’ll follow you anywhere.”
@StreetsPr1nce ++ ever known. She had never left the place she called home. Only once when she halfway crossed the bridge in search of Amir. But she got scared and turned around.
“But my dad… my brother…”
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, forcing herself to realize; she hadn’t ++
@StreetsPr1nce When she felt him start to pull away, she lifted her head to look at him. Finally locking eyes with this man… settled her. She was calm and collected.
Her hands slowly released their grip on him, coming to push her own messy black curls from her face.
“Talk to me about…?”
@StreetsPr1nce Her hands gripped desperately onto his clothing; she feared the same. As if he were a mirage or a fever dream.
“I missed you so much.” She whispered back, the breaks in her voice were too hard to hide. She was very emotional when it came to him.
@StreetsPr1nce She smiled up at him, slowly pulling herself off the ground.
“I know. So romantic. I’m sweaty and can’t breathe.” She laughed softly before allowing herself to collapse into him, fighting off every urge to cry.