heartbreak on your face
I; I'm Yours – Jason Mraz
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Holding hands seems so natural with her.
Like breathing, there's no thought involved, it's happening before he realizes. Even before he notices, her fingers have entwined with his, and there's a smile on her face, once which he returns. Soft, quiet, gentle, there it spreads, only slightly. Not many would see it.
But she knows it's there; registered in her violet orbs, light with giddy happiness. Her lashes seem thicker, darkened by a strange serenity.
He thinks she might giggle, burst into spontaneous laughter, as her cheeks flush apple red, and take her somewhere far away. Pink lips part and he thinks she's saying something beyond words, a flutter that escapes them both, but there's nothing except the air that stands between them and the connection of their hands.
Wind rustles their clothes and lets her hair ripple, free from her usual bun. It suits her, bringing certain roundness to her cheeks, and sweetness to her mouth, and while he wants to say those words, they tremble, and falter away.
Then she moves, dancing in her doll shoes, and she pulls him along for the ride, and he can hardly complain, though he stumbles over his own feet.
Because he enjoys this moment, and her laughter flutes away in autumn breezes while maple leaves swirl easily in the air.
And if he could, he'd want to remember him and her like this forever.
When they were young and careless and in love and nothing else mattered.
Him and her.
Holding hands.
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Disclaimer: bleach is not mine.