She brushed the back of her first two fingers gently across his cheek and then pushed her hand through his thick wavy hair. Those two little wrinkles on his forehead had softened. She liked him like this, he looked so peaceful lying there asleep.
Peace was not something he often expressed, in fact the only times he was ever peaceful was when he was asleep or sometimes when he was alone with her. She can make him feel peaceful, not always but sometimes, but she's the only one. She was the only one who ever got him, sometimes he swore she knew what he was thinking or feeling before even he did.
She saw his eyes flutter and stopped caressing his hair.
His eyes were beautiful, those eyes which held so much age and wisdom. He knew more about life at 17 than people who were five times his age. Unfortunately, this wisdom had come at a price, he had been put through more pain than a person should ever have to go through, the worst kind of pain...neglect. She had never experienced that but that was one of the things he loved about her. She didn't understand neglect and therefore would never neglect him. She didn't understand his feelings about it but they still had an amazingly strong bond, one that could surpass any pain, any addiction, any high school stupidity, because deep down in their cores they both understood that being there to rescue each other was more important than any argument that they may have. He knew that she was the one person that would never neglect him, never push him away, if he needed her she would do whatever she could do to be there. And he would do the same for her.
This is a love that knows no bounds, one that you could tell would stand the test of time. Sure there would be hard times, break ups, and betrayal, but everyone knows there is no such thing as perfection, in the end they will always go back to each other. In all the good, the bad, trauma and triumph in the end they will always find each other, that's what really matters.
His eyes fluttered again but this time they opened. He looked at her and smiled, he always told her that he hated it when she watched him sleep but secretly he loved it. He loved waking up and seeing her watching him with her sweet and almost seductive smile, her eyes that held so much love for him always twinkled with that first smile, it made him feel loved and important to her.
She smiled back down on him. His face always looked so radiant right after he wakes up, all smiles and happy it would only last a few seconds before he woke and realized his reality...but she loved it anyway, those few treasured moments.
"Hey", he said touching his hand to her face.
"Hey", she said smiling back at him.