Dark Paradise || John + Sparks
John was by no means a romantic, so he spent the better part of those two or three days working around the motel and trying to figure out how to make this thing special. Sparks was moping in the room she had moved into, and he only saw her when he brought her food.
He knocked softly on her door, a cloth wrapped around a warmed can of baked beans. “Sparks?” He called, trying the door but finding it locked. “Food.”
He sighed, leaning against the wall beside the door and waiting. Their supply was dwindling and soon they’d have to scavenge or hunt to supplement it, the smell of death still haunted the motel and they’d have to know what to do if there were physical repairs to be done. He couldn’t handle the stress of argument on top of trying to survive.
She jumped at the sound of his voice, but hurriedly went to open the door for him. After she accepted his food, silence followed them, and she knew she had to say something before he left again.
“Hey.”
It was probably the first word she’d given him for days, she didn’t know why she was even acting like this anymore. Sparks regretted causing all of this.
“I miss you.” She added, bravely, as if saying these words would get her in trouble. She wanted to apologize or kiss him. At this point though, she wasn’t sure if he’d allow her to do either of those things.
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A full blush filled her cheeks at his statement of love, she felt too bubbly to be brought down by anything. Not being...