If only things like this really happened....

They sat side by side away from the crowd, sentences tumbling like waterfalls of sweet nothings. Today, she sees him as more than the friend he had been. She prays he thinks the same. The sky is darkened like spilt ink and the biting wind whips her face with her soft hair. She brushes it out of her eyes and closes her arms around her, waiting for the comforting warmth. He pulls his parka hood over his head and puts one hand on her back to support her as she shifts her legs from underneath her to hug. She smiles inwardly, hoping he didn't notice her face contort in the comfort of his hand. He yawns and his arm moves around her, intended, but of course she doesn't know that. She twists and her phone falls into the soft, cold grass. She feels his eyes on her, in an awkward stare. She bends over to retrieve the phone and as she sits back up, he stares warmly into her eyes, entranced. He begins to dive towards her in slow motion, and she knows what happens next. He cups her jaw and his warm, vanilla-salt lips are on hers, and she clings to his back as his tongue brushes her upper lip skilfully and they intertwine in fireworks and flowers and their own unique tastes, and everything both of them could've wished for that Summer. His hands trailed down her neck, around her waist, and he breathed in her warm feminine aroma along with the crisp, cold evening air. A gentle sigh escapes her lips as she pulls away. A whisper slides out of her mouth: 'Things won't be the same from now on...' He shuffled to see if they had an audience but nobody had disturbed their conversations. He puffed air in the direction of the wind. 'No,' he said, simply, 'I guess not'.


[Passage written by... ehm...Lucy, just there. Normal post tomorrow, I promise...Lucy, x <3]