Have gun, Will travel

Monday, March 25, 2013

Time Check posted at 8:34 AM

"I guess this is good-bye," he tugged on my hand, unwilling to let go. Grabbing tightly onto his hand, which were at least twice the size of mine, I knew he wasn't the only one who was reluctant. I was perhaps, even more so reluctant to see him leave.

Time check. 8pm.

"Y-you, should really get going. It's already 8." I dare not look into his eyes, his dark, soulful eyes that would pull me in so deeply, I wouldn't allow him to go home at night. He didn't live near where I did, and it was only considerate of me to make him go home now. Gradually, he tightened his grip on my hand again and I could feel a warm sensation creep up from the nape of my neck right up to my cheeks. It would probably be pretty obvious that I was blushing a thousand shades of red right now, if not for the darkness that swallowed up the surroundings.

Time check. 8:03pm. Well maybe he could stay, just for a while more.

I looked up at him, him being at least a head and a half taller than me. He wasn't looking down at me though, however, he was staring right up at the low, waning gibbous moon hovered tenuously in the twilight firmament. A few clouds rolled by, dimming the lunar rays that were cast upon the Earth gently, but they continued waltzing past the night sky, and the moon shone bright once more.

For the entire time, our fingers were intertwined together, his grip gentle yet firm. We were pacing back and forth along the path just adjacent to the park, when he finally pulled me to an empty grass patch and made me sit. The grass underneath was dripping wet with evening dew, and the wind blew quite so strongly, but with him beside me, none of that seemed to matter.

Time check. 8:05pm.

The glistening night sky was rather clear and our fingers were still intertwined together. I cast a side glance at him, who was admiring the stars that shone so brightly in the distance. Looking back at the night sky, I started to wonder how he was exactly like a star to me, so bright, so far.

He's everything that I'm not. With his chiseled looks, elevated cheekbones, his brains, his charisma, all that I wanted, but couldn't have. But yet, here he is, right next to me, like a star that shot right out of the solar system, and landed perfectly in my line of sight. Turning my head so that I could get a better view of him, I was embarrassed to find out that he had been watching me intently all this while. His eyes bore into mine, as if he was looking right into my soul. Almost immediately, I turned back, only to be stopped by his hand that found it's way to the other side of my head, turning it back to face him, and only him.

It was too much. My face grew hotter as seconds ticked by. It felt so wrong, but so right.

His fingers made his way to my face and pushed the hair that had covered almost half of my face away. Then, he rested his hand on the top of my not-so-petite head and started to pat it, the rhythmic pats like a lullaby, slowly forcing me away into dreamland.

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Time check. 11:42pm.

I sat right up after looking at the time on my watch. Looking to my right, he was still there, only asleep. My slightly exposed legs have been covered by his jacket, and his hand still on my head. As quiet as I could, I removed the jacket and gently placed it over the angelic sleeping figure.

Time check. 11:43pm. Maybe it's time to say goodbye.

Standing up, I dusted my skirt and slung my bag over my shoulders before waking him up. Just as I was about to move away, a tug was felt. Looking down, our eyes locked for the millionth time today, his begging me to stay by his side for a little while more.

Time check. 11:45pm. I sighed.

"But it's late," I tried to sound firm, to no avail.

"Nothing's ever too late, with you around,"

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The end.

Disclaimer: If the characters in the story are uncannily alike to anyone in real life, please do not overthink it. Hope you have enjoyed the story and none of this actually happened.

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