Tied Together [LAPIDOT Oneshots]

Peridot's POV:

I waited for Lapis on the steps at her house, a quarter past 6.
I take one last puff of my cigarette before letting it fall to the ground, crushing it under my shoe, pulling out my seventh cigarette and lighting it.
I put my lighter back into my pocket, breathing in the smoke, craving the taste of Lapis' lips, with her blue raspberry chapstick.
I got a familiar ping on my phone.
As I took out my phone, I saw it was a message from Lapis saying, 'Sorry, I'll be there pretty late. Just busy.'
I sighed, responding back to her, putting my phone away, taking in another lung full of smoke before blowing it out.
I know I'm not at the top of her list, but can't she pencil me in?
I miss the touch of her skin, chasing a fix.

. . .

After another hour of waiting, I saw Lapis walking towards me, I threw my cigarette down onto the ground and crushing it under my shoe.
As Lapis approached me, she gave me a soft kiss on the lips, tasting her chapstick that's now on my lips.

"Y'know I can't stay long." I spoke, reminding Lapis.
Lapis gave me a small frown, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I don't wanna do her wrong, but it's constant in my head.. I know I don't belong.

. . .

I'm getting used to the dark side of this long life.. I think, blowing another puff of smoke.

Having the urge to cry, feeling as if my hands are tied behind my back.

"Baby, how 'bout we untie, let you unwind?" Lapis spoke, knowing something was on my mind currently.
I hate the dark place you found me in..

. . .

I'm gone before the sun goes down, and as my love is wearing thin, I'm gone like the wind.
It feels like there's a fire setting in my face as I replay every word you said.
I feel it creeping in my skin, giving me goosebumps as I think about everything you said to me.
I can't separate from you, how could this ever be real?
These feelings are unlike anything I've felt yet, it feels so unreal, unbelievable even.
It use to feel like I had a heart of glass, with no capacity to feel.
But now.. it feels like it's full, instead of that numbing, empty, feeling.
I pull out another cigarette, lighting it with my lighter as I stare up at the night sky, staring at the moon.
As I stuff my lighter into my pocket I'm reminded of Lapis, deciding to text her to meet up again tomorrow..