The writing of a pen,
the dropping of a yen.
The blinking of eyes,
Even the parting of sides.
These are the sounds I hear,
When your love is near.
When I'm close to you,
I see the whole world through.
Our love is strong;
It'll last for long.
You've captured me,
With your wistful mind
Our faults I couldn't see;
This love of ours was blind.
Some would've thought we were crazy,
But you were too amazing.
I would give up anything
In a heartbeat
So that I wouldn't have to sting
To push you away, my sweet.
Helga stared incredulously at the old piece of paper in her soft hands. Now, twenty two, she was cleaning out her stuff before packing for her and Arnold's trip to Japan.
She excitedly dropped everything and went to find Arnold. Their apartment was in Manhattan, New York. It was bought, not rented by them and it was quite modern, and big to say the least.
It was a tough decision to stay by her love, but somehow they managed to keep a steady relationship.
"Arnold!"
Helga was very feminine now, with two neatly shaped eyebrows resting on her flawless, beautiful face. Her hair was very modern, still blond after all the years, cut in a straight fashion, layered on her back. Her fangs had grown out and she let them fall on her cheeks.
She still dressed in a tomboy style, not very fond of pink, and independent as ever, this blond was Arnold's girlfriend.
They both were studying at NYU. She was a journalist; she also had two books published already. She was studying literature and arts. Arnold was an archaeologist in training, and they were actually very rich couple. But none of it ever went to either's heads.
The young man looked at her confused, but still happy to see her.
Arnold also grown up, and was now a broad shouldered, none football head man. He went to the gym every day before going to collage, and that presented him with a muscled, toned and firm chest and body. His hair was as unruly as ever, without the hat.
"Yeah?"
"Look what I found!" Helga excitedly sat next to him, showing him the old piece of paper.
They were currently getting ready to go to Japan, one of Arnold's excitingly new journeys across the world. He wouldn't be stuck in a collage classroom for the rest of his life, as his parents left him a savings fund, consisting of three million dollars.
All the expeditions that his parents had done and all the artefacts that they found, was finally sold to the museum in Brazil, as they aparantly found no sentimental value whatsoever.
Helga went with him on all the trips, writing stories about their findings and collectables.
Arnold took the old paper from her and read it. He smiled as Helga rested her head on his shoulder. It was a snowy evening and she had one of his oversized t-shirts on with pants.
"Isn't this from when our class went to Japan on one heck of a fieldtrip?" He asked, caressing her hand.
"I think so. I think I actually used the term yen to remember it in later years. Pretty smart, huh?" She playfully nudges his ribs.
"The smartest!" Arnold laughed and kissed her forehead.
"Isn't it ironic?" Helga asked, folding the piece of paper.
"Yeah. We're going to the Japanese ruins." Arnold nodded. Helga sighed and stood up.
"Guess I have to go finish packing." She began to walk away, until Arnold yanked her onto his lap, immediately kissing her neck. She tried to protest, but found it more difficult by every kiss.
"Arnold…" Helga tried to stand up, but his grip was too strong.
"We still have two days, right?" He asked, before continuing what she stopped before she could answer.