HI ALL! This is just a quick one shot that popped into my head and demande to be written. I hope you enjoy :)
This is me disclaming
He lies awake at night, just watching her sleep. He watches the rise and fall of her chest and the curve of her delicate lips. He basks in the serenity of her slumber and fears the torment of her nightmares as he is forced to wake her kicking and screaming. He kisses her cheek and strokes her soft hair, praying to god and wishing on stars that nothing but old age may part them but also silently begs that they will never be together unwillingly and that she will never feel obliged to remain by his side, but will instead stand shoulder to shoulder with him forever because there is nothing else she would rather do.
He can't quell the growing fear that this doesn't mean the same for her as it does for him. He has confessed his love for her, but is yet to hear it in return. Maybe it is just because he is more open with his emotions. He would shout it from the rooftops if he didn't think it would harm their relationship. He would tell her every single day whenever he could if he didn't think that she would run in the other direction. Because to be honest, he is tired, absolutely exhausted of not being able to say those words to her again and again. He can't count the times that they have been on the tip of his tongue yet fear let them fall and forced his mouth to close. So instead, as the moon hovers amongst the stars, he lets them slip from his mouth. Whispered promises of love and forever straight to her ear.
Little does he know that she also lies awake at night, only pretending to be asleep as silent tears fall from her cheeks as he whispers promises of love and forever straight to her ear. She feels his fingers stroke her hair and his soft lips kiss her cheek as he watches her in her fake sleep. How she wishes she could open her eyes and whisper what he whispers straight back at him, but her throat closes and her tongue becomes dry. Not because it isn't true, but rather because it is. She has never been good with words and to describe what they have is just impossible. She wants to tell him, yearns to tell him, but how can she risk losing him by admitting what she has? She loves him. She loves him with all her heart, but for now that will have to remain her own little secret, until she is sure that the world has taken all that it wants from her and is willing to leave him as her prize.
So every night she lies awake in bed with her eyes closed as he watches her. Her breathing is not even and every now and then he sees a tear slip from her cheek. It is this that makes him realise that she doesn't have to say anything. He knows how she feels about him and she knows how he feels about her, no words needed. Because though they may fight, banter and argue – there is one thing that they agree on completely…
They are in love.
I know it's only short, but please review!