The girl with her long flowy black hair walked silently on the edge of the river. The short white dress she wore slipping with the wind. Her hand traced the silently on the people by her. No one seemed to notice. She was so quiet, beautiful, and eerily white. Trent suddenly emerged from the trees looking around frantically.
Heather turned toward him. Her eyes shone with hope seeing him. A small smile touched her mouth. Trent grinned widely; admiring the glint from the sun that caught the white flowers nestled in her hair. He ran to her in three quick strides. They were in front of each other looking longingly into the others eyes. Trent reached out for her hand, she took up both holding his palm to palm. She closed her eyes still perfectly managing to see his face, the rice in his hair, the rosy cheeks from smiling, and the colour never brighter in his eyes.
Quietly he curled his fingers into hers. She sighed. Opening her eyes she saw that he was opening his. The water started to flow over their bare feet. Heather walked away her long hair bouncing in it's lose waves. Trent stared out to her love and admiration in his eyes. She turned still in her light pace and held out her hand. No one by the dock saw her; it seemed their eyes were fixed on Trent.
Playfully growling Trent jogged to Heather catching her very quickly. Her laugh sounded beautiful wind chimes and calls of blue Jays. He held her by the waist picking her up a little from the ground. Trent buried his face into the warmth of her should kissing lightly. She threw her head back and laughed like he told the funniest joke. Laying her down gently Trent saw Heather slow a little. He knew what she was thinking.
"I want our first kiss to be private," She said to him last night. "Not in front of the whole world."
Right now as she slowly turned to him, her grey eyes reflecting the river making them an exhilarating blue he knew why. She leaned in. He leaned in quicker.
Suddenly their lips caught. The softness of either was shocking for them. Trent let his arms wrap the small of her back, picking her up he felt her long perfect legs wrap around his middle. Heathers mind was empty, this felt so right. She sensed the droplets of water stroke her cheek. Shocked Trent backed away.
"What is it?" He asked surprised, afraid. Heather shook her head not opening her eyes. She dropped the bouquet of flowers in her hand, the rose petals making a sweet contrast against her dress, skin, and her hair. His fingers wiped away a tear and finally the new bride opened her onyx eyes.
Onyx eyes...
Gwen looked up at Trent smiling perfectly. Trent took his hand and ran it down her teal hair, watching so lightly not to knock any of her flowers out. He smiled back and lunged swiftly for another kiss not noticing the pale girl with long black hair standing alone in the middle of the crowd of cheering friends of his. Her white dress was ripped and frayed beautifully; so long stands fell in the right places. Her posture was relaxed, her wrists though were covered in bandages and she was smiling.
Trent broke from the kiss and looked up to exactly where Heather stood. Even in his imaginations she was exhilaratingly gorgeous. She waved at him lightly her fingers just bending, and Trent watched in quiet amazement how the red rose petals blew her away with the wind, but not before he saw her mouth
I love you.
