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Sierra was beautiful.
There she was, the sunlight hitting her face perfectly . He ran his hands along her scars, some fresh, some old. They were strangely beautiful.
Of course they were. As long as it was Sierra, Archie would find everything she did just as pretty as she was.
They were sitting on the floor infront of her bed, chatting about nothing and everything all at once, the camera capturing it all.
She's laughing at some stupid joke he made, and God is it beautiful. He wishes this moment could last a bit longer.
Pill bottles scatter across the floor... thank God her mother was addicted to this stuff. In an hour or so everything would be done.
The sun was setting now. Slowly, its bright energy disappeared and left the room dark, the camera still running.
Drowsiness took over Archies body, looking down at Sierra, whose head was atop his chest, his arms wrapped around her. Even in these last moments, he finds himself thinking of how beautiful she was.
He wonders how things would've turned out had they talked to somebody, gotten the help they needed. Maybe they would have grown old together? Or maybe they drifted away, living their lives seperately? So many possibilities rushed through his mind.
And yet here they were. In the dark, laying on Sierra's bed in a comfortable silence, waiting for the pills to finally hit, listening to one anothers heartbeat. Soon that would cease to exist.
He holds her tighter. He would miss this, miss her. Miss her smile, her laugh, her everything.
Perhaps there was an afterlife and he would get to meet Shane. He hopes so.
His heart pounded against his chest.
"I love you"
He breaks the silence. Sierra tenses for a moment and stares up at him with those eyes. Those doe eyes- clouded now -that once pierced through his soul. Surprise turned into a melancholic stare. His eyebrows furrow slightly.
In the distance, regret starts to trickle throughout Archie's body, the back of his throat feeling chalky. No going back now. He promised.