So Much
O N E S H O T
The grip she had on me tonight was something I couldn't describe. She hadn't experienced anything. We, as one, hadn't experienced anything together other than realizing everything we lived for.
To tell you the truth, a year ago, Lilly Truscott was the very last person I ever would have thought I'd end up with.
Somehow she became the girl my scatterbrained mind always came down to. It's as if she were the wallpaper of my brain. As silly as that sounds, it's true.
The moment she clicked that button on her silver digital camera ten months ago and captured that photo of the two of us lost in the mess of the sand, our pants rolled up at the ends, feet and ankles dripping wet, hair softly blown by the wind, smiles simply painted on our faces, that same shot was caught in my system.
It went through my eyes and never traveled to the back of my brain.
We were never, spoken by word, official. I think we both just knew, slowly, as time progressed. The way we looked at each other, the way we clicked together and could sit and talk about anything and everything and still find nothing wrong with each other.
We were best friends. Turned into lovers. Who fought like brother and sister.
I remember the day that everything about changed for us. Vaguely.
Her deep chocolate brown eyes were so sorrowful as she looked at me. I promised her that day that I wouldn't sleep or breathe if she wasn't happy.
Everything about this girl changed me for the better. I erased every bad thing about me and made it of the past, focusing mainly on the better part of me.
Everyone noticed it. I was willing to drop anything for this girl, I only hoped she knew it too.
One look, one amazing glossy look that hooked me into her heart forever, made everything worthwhile. I adored the way she carried herself. I loved the way the galaxy starts to melt when we become one.
I told her I loved her constantly. Part of me wonders if I say it enough.
She shook me out of my thoughts with a tug at my white, cropped sleeve, white button-up, I looked down to find her dark eyes looking up at me, a smile playing on her lips.
She pulled her cherry red lips up to my ear, her voice so hushed as she formed the words, "I love you…" and at this moment I knew how wrapped around her finger I really was, ", forever."
This was all I needed. Everything I ever wanted was in those four words. Those four words that made everything alright.
That and our goose-bump infested embrace, my over-shaking, over-anxious hand cupping her cherub face.
She was beautiful.
Her feet wrapped around mine, I could feel the edge of her jeans riding up her leg, as did mine.
She rested her head on my chest and played with the middle button of my shirt. Twisting it, but not enough to make it fall off in that moment.
Some may say this was immature love. At our young age, it was impossible to ever feel this way about one person. But it doesn't matter when it comes to love. I know she's the only thing I'll ever need.
At the end of my life, the end of my last day, I hope the last thing I see is her face. Her hands intertwining with mine, our eyes locking, hearts beating as they are now, my open hand getting lost in the mess of her hair, as we become one.
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A/N: This was sufficiently cheesy, y/y? (: I heard this song and everything about it screamed LOE to me. But you can have imagined it Loliver if you wanted. If you notice, I never said his name. Maybe I should have left out hers as well…idk.
The song is: So Much – The Spill Canvas.
Sorry it might be sucky, and I used a few lyrics from the song, so I hope you enjoyed it. (:
Taylor xoxo
PS: New RHASPODY chapter coming later today or early tomorrow.