Two figures hide under a blanket together.
A small flashlight being their only source of light.
Small giggles and whispers are heard.
She looks into his big brown eyes with the most love and trust.
"You know...I'm really scared." She says quietly.
"Oh what?" His soft voice calms her nerves.
"I'm really scared of losing you." She whispers so lowly as if she didn't want the dust bunnies to hear.
His soft laughter fills the air. Like the smell of cotton lingering on fresh sheets,his voice stains the air.
"You could never lose me,silly." He says with a soft and subtle smile.
Her eyes shine with love and hope.
Yes two figures sit under a blanket. And small source of light,trapped under the blankets just like their secrets.
"And then what did you do?" She laughs quietly.
"Well," he moves his hands dramatically with his next words.
"I told that little Muffin Lookin Bitch-" she slaps his hand softly.
"Language." She reminds him.
His face softens considerably.
"Right,sorry." He says genuinely.
She nods at him to continue.
"Anyways,I told that ronal McDonald look alike that if he didn't give me back my pencil that I'd kick him in the knee caps! And it worked! He gave it back but I did have a few new bite marks on it." He mumbles the last part more to himself.
Her soft giggle fill his ears and he smiles softly.
"I'm scared." She whispers
"I want this to last forever.."
"It will...it will..." he whispers more to himself-
Two figures sit beneath a worn blanket.
A small
Flashlight being their only light source.
"I was sad today.." she mumbles softly.
"Why?" His doe eyes filled with concern.
"I feel like...I don't know. Like you're being torn away from me. It's weird. I feel like you're fading." Tears fill her eyes,but she wipes them away.
His large fingers wipe away any tear residue.
He shakes his head softly.
"That's not true." He whispers more to himself.
She holds onto his hand tightly and tries to imprint the feeling of it into her brain. It feels different. Like she's forgetting.
"Tell me I didn't lose myself while finding you." Her lips quivers.
"I'm sorry." He whispers,tearing his hand away.
One figure sits underneath a blanket.
A small flashlight being the only light source.
Tears fill their eyes,but they are quick to wipe them away.
They try to remember.
They try to remember their voice.
One figure sits under a blanket.
"Tell me I didn't throw away my voice for you." He says softly,trying to remember his voice.
Tears fills his doe eyes and he tries to remember her touch.
"I feel like you're fading."
But it was you that was fading..not him.
He couldn't remember your grip on his fingers. It felt different every time he tried to remember it.
Never the same,always changing.
And he sobs quietly.
Spending so long speaking softly...
He forgot how to love loudly.
He forgot how to love softly.
He forgot how to be.