ONE.
He saw her for the first time in the corridors of the Capitol´s High School. He saw her and she walked right past him like he wasn´t even there. The way she walked, such small body irradiating arrogance and danger from head to toe; it was mesmerizing. The following weeks, every time he rolled on the bed, the sleep hadn´t reached him yet, her face came to his mind. Red lips and golden freckles; hands curled into fists and a threat on her smile . Nothing so small ever had such a great effect on him before.
TWO.
When they started dating, she wouldn´t let him touch her in public. It took him almost two months to be permitted to pull his heavy arm on her already heavy shoulders, and when he did, she would look around, wide eyes scanning the area, as if someone would come and punish her for showing the smallest sign of affection.
THREE.
They would go to her house after school and lock themselves in her bedroom. Sometimes they would kiss and explore each other´s bodies with eager and passion; other times they just layed together and talked about their plans for the future - he planned on finishing College and working on his father´s store, while the only thing she knew was that she wanted to get out of that city and travel around the world.
FOUR.
It was almost one year later when he told her the words both had feared the most all their lifes. "I love you." A strange and quite frightening sensation of relief hit him once he finally pushed those words out his mouth.
For what felt like hours, she stared at him blankly, and he stared back at her in defiance. In the end, she let him pull her into his arms, wrapping her own small ones around his torso. With a sigh of defeat, the same damned words left her lips.
FIVE.
There were nights where none of them could sleep. She would lay her head on his chest and listen to his quiet heartbeat; while he buried his face on her hair, eyes closed and lungs filled with a light scent of lavender. When he finally fell asleep, she would watch him until her eyes felt heavy. She liked how he looked younger and almost innocent in his sleep, and the way a few strands of blonde hair fell and covered his eyes. She would brush the strands away from his face as gentle possible and nuzzle his neck, inhaling that scent of his, that smelled so much like ment and felt just like safety.
SIX.
There was a place near his house, an abandoned building with empty rooms and old chairs covered in dust. It was their favorite place to be alone. They would stand together at the top of the roof, lwatching the living city below them from that tall, dying place; other times they wouldn´t just stand there, for their lips crushed onto each other´s, eager hands wandering and grabbing.
That was the same place where he took her years later, standing on his knee and exposing a small velvet box with a shinning ring inside.
(inspired by rbcages, on tumblr,- "the six stages of falling in love with her")
