My Name Is Memory

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I wanted you to witness our version of star falls.

It was 11:55 p.m. I decided to wait some more. I mean, those five minutes couldn't have killed you, could it now?

“Why are we here again?”

“I want to show you something.”

“Are you sure you're not confusing another meteorite for Halley's Comet again? He's my friend if you didn't know, and he's not stopping by tonight either.”

“No. Now, shut up.”

“Okay, just making sure.”

I'd thrown the dirtiest sideways glance I could manage at that moment.

“Don't stare at me like that!”

I stared.

“Stop!’

But I didn't.

“Fine, you can stare. I know I'm gorgeous.”

“Yeah, a gorgeous carrot. Certainly.”

“First I'm a duck -- no, a smug little duck. Now, I'm a gorgeous carrot. What exactly do you think you're doing? You're not imaginative at all.”

“And you're not funny at all.”

“I never claimed to be.”

“Sure.”

“Seriously, why are we outside freezing? Let's go back in, please. I like the machine that oozes hotness 24/7. It's such a blessing!”

“That's a heater, you smarty pants.”

“Yeah, right. Whatever.”

“Do me a favour and cut the crap. Sit tight for a while; I promise you won't regret this!”

It was 11:59 p.m. Just one more minute before the sky exploded.

After a few moments, I started counting down the seconds.

10…

“I don't see anything?”

9…

8…

“Am I supposed to expect something?”

7…

6…

“Or maybe you're pranking on me this time!”

5…

“Yeah that's it!”

4…

3…

2…

“Will the world end? Will a bomb explode? Will you throw me off the roof?”

1…

“If you didn't already know, I can fly-”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

And the sky was on fire.

Several skylights burst and exploded, lighting up the horizon with a glimmer so bright, it looked like the stars were raining down from the zenith. Colours of red, shades of blue, sparks of gold and every other hue painted the vast expanse in glory.

It was beautiful.

I'd stolen a glance at you, satisfied with the expression of awe and wonder that was etched on your face. Your eyes glistened under the sky, the blanket falling off your shoulders when you stood up on your feet and stared far ahead as the people celebrated a new dawn; a new year.

You turned away from the sight, looking down at me and smiled. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

I stood up and nodded, trying to fight the funny feeling that tickled my stomach, churning it upside-down.

Nonetheless, I returned the smile.

You'd smiled again and said, “It's beautiful!”

“I know.”

And then closing my eyes, I did the thing that my silly mind thought I could possibly only do in my dreams.

I raised myself on my toes and kissed you on the cheek. Quickly backing away again, I'd quietly added, “Happy New Year.”

I don't really remember the expression you had on your face -- I don't recall if you even had one to begin with. I probably had been staring at my shoes and brushing away imaginary dust off my jacket.

But I remember the next few moments clearly. As clear as a crystal. As clear as a cloudless sky.

I remember the feeling of your fingers holding my chin and drawing my gaze to yours. I remember you leaning down towards me. I remember you moving close. I remember how you'd stared into my eyes before finally closing them and drawing your lips to mine. I remember how the sky had been alight behind us. I remember how my stomach had exploded while my mind couldn't believe this was happening.

And finally, I remember your lips. I remember how they'd brushed my lower lips, softly pressing while coaxing out all my emotions with my breath.

It was short. Probably had lasted for a five seconds. But those five seconds are the few most precious seconds of my life. I was left breathless. I was left in shock.

There was a silence when we parted. And I didn't know how to react. Be happy? Be excited? Smile bright and advertise my wisdom teeth?

I was clueless. But then you took the initiative to hammer down the glass of silence which I still am thankful for.

“Happy New Year!” You'd smiled.

And finally, I knew I'd witnessed my miracle.

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A/N

Ahh. Uhhh. Umm.

Okay yeah, all kinds of critiques are appreciated because well this probably is my...second time writing that scene. And considering I'm a person who hasn't had much of an experience, I'm only aware that your stomach does funny things inside your belly when you're being kissed lol.

Yeah I'll just stop embarrassing myself now. Don't know if that felt too sudden (?) but let me know your thoughts. I was a little iffy about this chapter and actually wanted to rewrite the whole thing but gah, too much work; not enough time.

Comment what you thought about this entry, or what you think might happen next! ;)

Thanks for reading!

~Jenna

P.S. Sam Claflin definitely isn't my star. Thanks.