Chance Sheffield
"I wish I could stay here forever."
“So do I…” Chance sighed, closing his eyes in frustration. He felt her hand pressed against his as if trying to reassure him. Her palm felt soft and her hands were much smaller than his, making him smirk.
"But... I have to go back. I don't want to go, but I have no choice."
Chance let out another throaty sigh as she turned to face him. He tried to ignore the heavy silence as he gazed into her eyes. Blinking slowly, he stared deeper into her bright blue irises. Is she… nervous?
"We don't know how he'll react. Maybe he won't kill me."
Chance frowned slightly at her half hearted smile. He then chuckled, trying to soften the seriousness. “I’m pretty sure I should be comforting you. You are the one who might be leisurely walking towards her untimely demise soon…” He kept eye contact until his smile faded. He pecked her lips gently. There was a tightness in his chest. He hoped and prayed that this wouldn’t be the last time he would be able to kiss her and hold her.
Chance bit his lip as Roxie pulled away. He already missed her warmth. He rolled onto his stomach, his arm hanging off of the bed limply.
"Come on. Walk me down."
Roxie then grabbed his hand, attempting to pull him out of bed. He snickered and decided to help her out by eventually crawling to his feet. Before she could let go of him, he lifted her hand and kissed the top of it tenderly. Chance hastily got dressed, putting on a pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt. He ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to make it a bit more presentable but gave up and let it stay messy.
“Let’s go then.” He smiled, walked her out of the room and down the stairs to the main floor.
“So do I…” Chance sighed, closing his eyes in frustration. He felt her hand pressed against his as if trying to reassure him. Her palm felt soft and her hands were much smaller than his, making him smirk.
"But... I have to go back. I don't want to go, but I have no choice."
Chance let out another throaty sigh as she turned to face him. He tried to ignore the heavy silence as he gazed into her eyes. Blinking slowly, he stared deeper into her bright blue irises. Is she… nervous?
"We don't know how he'll react. Maybe he won't kill me."
Chance frowned slightly at her half hearted smile. He then chuckled, trying to soften the seriousness. “I’m pretty sure I should be comforting you. You are the one who might be leisurely walking towards her untimely demise soon…” He kept eye contact until his smile faded. He pecked her lips gently. There was a tightness in his chest. He hoped and prayed that this wouldn’t be the last time he would be able to kiss her and hold her.
Chance bit his lip as Roxie pulled away. He already missed her warmth. He rolled onto his stomach, his arm hanging off of the bed limply.
"Come on. Walk me down."
Roxie then grabbed his hand, attempting to pull him out of bed. He snickered and decided to help her out by eventually crawling to his feet. Before she could let go of him, he lifted her hand and kissed the top of it tenderly. Chance hastily got dressed, putting on a pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt. He ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to make it a bit more presentable but gave up and let it stay messy.
“Let’s go then.” He smiled, walked her out of the room and down the stairs to the main floor.