The Walk

"You're cute." She said, "You're mine!" he thought at the same time, with those blushing eyes and the feelings running through his veins like a thunderbolt. "Stop it!" he resisted. "Oh, I am sorry; I didn't know I was irritating you." "No, not irritating", he said apologetically, "I'm generally not used to it." "Fine..." She replied. "Hmm..." There was a slight trance in the air around as they peered into one another's eyes. "Well, will you accompany me to my house?" she quietly said. He tried not to show his excitement and with a faint smile, which he couldn't resist, said, "Yeah sure!" with unusual enthusiasm. With this, they started to stroll outside the school campus. The last day of the academic year had the free souls sail away quick for after-school parties, but these two attracted hearts, knowing not what the other had hidden, were on foot to a destination.

The route was not too far to end, but time seemed to play around with them, and so did the roads, for they did not know which way they were heading to. The boy quietly and gently held to the lady's hand and looked at her. She bowed her eyes, and the lit-up face hidden from her partner by her hair spoke her out. The walk did not stop, but, his heartbeat did when she asked, "What's your evening plan?" "A long day's rest maybe," he answered, "Me too!" she said, gripping her hand slightly tight onto his while she untied her hair. He was not used to the angelic beauty she depicted, but he had dreamt her to be somewhat close to it. Still, the walk was on. Another question followed, "Can you come over tomorrow?" she asked. He looked at her with shining feelings, but she reasoned "After-school party, you see. I've already invited other friends of mine, so I thought I'd let you know too." "Okay..." he nodded, "Sure!" he said, "and when is it?" "1900," she said. Both knew about the turning they over-walked, but with bowed heads and slight smiles, they walked on.

It's not really that they did not know where the roads led, but it seemed like they did not want to be led to an end of their walk. They skipped turning after turning, and for every turn they skipped, their heart skipped beats. Suddenly, he halts, gripping her palm firmer. She stopped. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip. She imitated and drew herself closer to him. The sun had lowered itself enough just to light the couple's faces, or maybe they radiated some energy themselves, but both looked into each other. That feeling was inimitable and was more of a perfect time for cheers over wine, but he sighed. Took a step back and faked a smile looking at the ground with close to teary eyes. She took his other hand, drew herself closer and said, "It's okay", with a voice which melts him to a hug and broke to wet eyes. It wasn't long before he tightened his feelings and grip as well almost lifting her off the ground. Both took long breaths and pulled the other closer with each.

Finally, there was a time that the guy released his tight grips, but still had his hands resting on her waist which held her close to him, and she just had her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. Her softly beating heart made him feel alive under the brimming darkness of fear; her breath made him want to tear away all notions that gripped his heart every time he saw her inert form. She was his own heaven, and he would do his best to keep her up away from the perilous world... to keep her up in the vast air. At that moment, he realized that she wasn't ordinary. No, because in some way she was a little too special. His universe was wrapped in his hands now.