Come, Angels of Unknown

“Somehow, I don't believe you.”

His eyes were glowing in a way that said I was wrong, that warned me not to take the road he chose to walk on a long time ago. I felt his tension, his fear, in the air- it was so evident it gave me goose bumps in places I thought nerves couldn’t reach. He looked destroyed, and betrayed, I knew that much; and the sole thought of hurting him more didn’t appeal to me at all.
In all honesty, I’d started feeling bound to disintegrate years ago, and I didn’t think there was a better way to do that than with his fingers interlocked with mine.

“I think it’s about time you started,” I countered, my voice sincere but reserved- I knew he wasn’t done. I knew he had more to say, more fright to express and feel before he gave in. It was normal, it was human; he fought until the end even though he knew he’d lose.

He stood up, one of his hands rubbing his eye while the other was frantically pulling a thread on the hem of the sweater he’d put on just before he’d gotten off the couch. His movements were insecure, his walk unsteady as he was slowly pacing around the room, nervous.
His lips seemed chapped and bitten as his eyes focused on me, and he looked disturbingly calm through the dim lighting of the room. His eyes moved away from mine quickly and they found a spot in the horizon soon enough, leaving me entranced by just how beautiful he looked when he was thinking.

“I’m not worth it,” he said firmly and his look is directed at my face again, filling me up with an unfamiliar kind of dread. I didn’t like it when people said things that played with my brain, but I didn’t think I could’ve held it against him even if I tried. I was full of spite towards the world but he was my fourth degree, my weak spot, the one thing I’d ignore all my rules for if required.

He looked at me once more and then closed his eyes, exhaling loudly. His muscles seemed to had relaxed when I made my legs untangle and move, my knees slightly shaky as I made my way towards him. He opened his eyes when I was about two feet away from him, his jaw clenching as his eyes obviously tried to make a silent point to my own. But it was no avail as I couldn’t control my actions and ended up clasping my hands at the back of his neck and pulling him in.

“Didn’t they teach you at school that you must not tell lies?” I queried; my mouth ghosting over his.

I kissed him softly, almost as if I were afraid he’d push me away- but he didn’t. His fingers captured my wrists as his body pressed up against mine desperately, like he needed the closeness or he’d drown in the air that he’d just scattered away from the space between us.
His lips felt harsh as the shallow gashes on them brushed against mine but I didn’t care. I was kissing him tenderly, his thumbs finding my pulse points and lingering there. He tasted sweet; of coffee and rain and broken constellations against my lips and it felt electric.

All I could think of, all I could feel, smell; was him and how his breath left his nose so urgently like it was telling me something his lips were too busy to say at that moment. I wanted to think, I wanted to relish the moment mentally and create a memory but I couldn’t focus, my impulses were all screaming at me to hold him and never let him go.

He parted our lips with such reluctance that made me want to reconnect them again, and he panted harshly as he leaned his forehead against mine. “Why do I let you do this to me?”

I chuckled. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

He didn’t seem to find it funny since his look seemed slightly pained, but satisfied; as if he’d gotten struck by lightning but he was glad he’d survived. “Falling in love with you was the most painful thing I’ve experienced in my entire life.”

His words made fire burn inside the pit of my stomach and rise all the way towards my face, and I couldn’t help but to hate myself for hating him for making me feel this way. “You’ve fallen in love with me?”

“Mercilessly.” His look darted down towards my lips, then back into my eyes. His voice was smooth but sincere, the expression on his face telling me it was also a completely new kind of warning. His whole existence was a warning and he had storm in his fingertips, strong enough to kill me and blow me away into oblivion.

*

“I missed you, you know?” I told him later that night, lying in my bed and gazing at the black that my ceiling looked like with him curled up beside me.

His fingertips brushed over my jaw line and I felt as if they were leaving a trace. I thought that, if I’d touched it, I would’ve found live electricity etched into the pores of my skin; feeding off the helpless atoms of my flesh and fueling my deepest desires. He was one of them and he knew it, I wasn’t planning on denying it since I knew every resistance would be pointless. I’d surrendered, so had he; and that was the only important thing in the world at that moment.

“I know,” he admitted, a smile evident in his voice even though I wasn’t looking at him. “I realized it.”

I sighed, longingly, closing my eyes and just feeling the intensity of his touch. It was so light, feather-like even; but yet it still made my entire body flutter and my brain sting inside my skull. “Mikey’s test results are coming in tomorrow. They said it’s final.”

I could feel his tension in the way his fingers froze beside my face, and he exhaled sharply. “Do you want me to come with you?”

I turned to look at him, barely even reaching his eyes under the layer of worry that lay across his face. “Please.”

He nodded and moved closer, pressing his lips to my temple.

We just laid there in silence for a while, until I remembered something. “Isn’t Janet going to be worried about where you’ve been these few days?”

I felt his lips twitch upwards against my skin, his breath shakier as if he was chuckling silently. “I don’t really care about Janet. Amber knows where I’ve been and why I’ve been where I’ve been, and that’s all that matters to me, really.”

I nodded silently, closing my eyes again and chasing my concerns away.

“I love you,” he whispered before kissing my skin again, and I smiled as he lay his hand over mine and sighed tiredly. Frank Iero was a storm, and it felt as if I were his sky.A

Notes

I feel like I'm going to update this a lot in the next few weeks, for some reason.

Seventeen is my favorite number, and this is my favorite chapter of this story so far.

See ya soon.