The beginning of this was actually written separately but I wanted to make it into a Dark Angel story.
A vast field of short green grass lay before her. Faint gusts of wind pushed her hair making it flutter about her bare shoulders. The brilliant sun bathed her fare skin. As she walked, her brown boots hit the ground causing small puffs of dirt to float into the air. Casually, she dusted her hands on her faded blue jeans that flared over her boots. A graceful eyebrow arched when she saw him. It was hard to miss him in his white tank top that matched hers. Of course, hers was much tighter than his showing a small bit of her cleavage. The thin straps of her tank top strained against her shoulders leading to wonderfully toned arms.
The wind blew a lock of her hair in front of her face. She thoughtlessly tucked it behind her ear and smiled at him. She was surprised at how good he looked in just a tank top. She realized he was in better shape than she ever thought. He meet her gaze with a soft smile. That inflamed all the desire and want in her. Her leisurely pace quickened to take her there that much sooner. When she stopped about a foot away from him, they both stared at each other in a contest of wills.
Knowing he couldn't possibly win, his eyes traveled to her full lips only to dart back to her eyes. Without saying a word, neither needed to say anything, there lips touched in a whispering kiss. She pulled back to look into his crystal eyes. She found all the love and trust that she knew would always be there...
Max woke with fresh tears in her eyes. She wondered how they'd gotten there. Her mind flashed to the dream. The field ... the man. But who was it? Pushing through her sleep bogged mind, she tried to recall who the man was. He was tall with muscular arms and broad shoulders. His blonde hair spiked out in every direction and his glasses...
Glasses. Max understood where the tears had come from. She had dreamt of what they could have been, should have been. In her heart, she questioned whether or not they would ever kiss each other again. Things had spiraled down so fast, Max barely had the time to realize what she'd lost. But she did. She knew perfectly well what had been taken from them. Their chance at a future together, of love, of even simple happiness.
Rolling onto her side, Max hugged her pillow. Things should never have gotten this bad. They had both been through so much and they deserved to be with each other. It made them happy. She sighed closing her eyes. Her tears continued their descent from her eyes. In the morning, she wouldn't feel as bad, in the morning, her tears would be dry. But the morning would only bring another day where they weren't together.
She let her mind drift back towards the dream, if only for a moments happiness. "I love you, Logan," she whispered as sleep consumed her once more.
A vast field of short green grass lay before her. Faint gusts of wind pushed her hair making it flutter about her bare shoulders. The brilliant sun bathed her fare skin. As she walked, her brown boots hit the ground causing small puffs of dirt to float into the air. Casually, she dusted her hands on her faded blue jeans that flared over her boots. A graceful eyebrow arched when she saw him. It was hard to miss him in his white tank top that matched hers. Of course, hers was much tighter than his showing a small bit of her cleavage. The thin straps of her tank top strained against her shoulders leading to wonderfully toned arms.
The wind blew a lock of her hair in front of her face. She thoughtlessly tucked it behind her ear and smiled at him. She was surprised at how good he looked in just a tank top. She realized he was in better shape than she ever thought. He meet her gaze with a soft smile. That inflamed all the desire and want in her. Her leisurely pace quickened to take her there that much sooner. When she stopped about a foot away from him, they both stared at each other in a contest of wills.
Knowing he couldn't possibly win, his eyes traveled to her full lips only to dart back to her eyes. Without saying a word, neither needed to say anything, there lips touched in a whispering kiss. She pulled back to look into his crystal eyes. She found all the love and trust that she knew would always be there...
Max woke with fresh tears in her eyes. She wondered how they'd gotten there. Her mind flashed to the dream. The field ... the man. But who was it? Pushing through her sleep bogged mind, she tried to recall who the man was. He was tall with muscular arms and broad shoulders. His blonde hair spiked out in every direction and his glasses...
Glasses. Max understood where the tears had come from. She had dreamt of what they could have been, should have been. In her heart, she questioned whether or not they would ever kiss each other again. Things had spiraled down so fast, Max barely had the time to realize what she'd lost. But she did. She knew perfectly well what had been taken from them. Their chance at a future together, of love, of even simple happiness.
Rolling onto her side, Max hugged her pillow. Things should never have gotten this bad. They had both been through so much and they deserved to be with each other. It made them happy. She sighed closing her eyes. Her tears continued their descent from her eyes. In the morning, she wouldn't feel as bad, in the morning, her tears would be dry. But the morning would only bring another day where they weren't together.
She let her mind drift back towards the dream, if only for a moments happiness. "I love you, Logan," she whispered as sleep consumed her once more.
