We held hands.
A supernova occurred.
We lean closer.
A star dies.
I hear my heartbeat.
A raindrop falls.
We kiss.
I close my eyes.
This shows you that even during one moment many things can happen. Many important things.
Many menial things.
I hold his hand, it is cold, my hands are always warm.
I stand up.
He says he is cold.
I lean down and hug him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders.
He feels cold.
I am always warm.
Like a fire.
We are at his house watching X-Men Days of Future Past. He fell asleep a while ago but I don't mind that at all. I watch the movie contentedly.
The credits are on the screen now, I give him a hug and kiss the top of his head and I slip out quietly.
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The Feels
General FictionThis is one of those books that doesn't really need a description. It is what it is. Life. (And the usual random things that happen.) Memories. Feels. Enjoy my lovelies! ❤️
