Leaving Heaven
A light snore coming from the bed distracted me from my packing. Setting the worn duffel bag aside, I headed over to the sleeping figure nestled amongst the blankets. His pale hair messily framed his forehead and cheekbones, giving him an unearthly visage. Naturally, I couldn't help myself when my hands drifted upwards toward his peaceful face. He always looked so different when he slept. That permanent scowl disappeared, replaced by a serene half-smile. I think he planned it, because his angelic looks could simply not be natural. It would be unfair. And those enormous eyebrows did nothing to mar his beauty, or at least in my opinion- his ex-lover has told me otherwise. My calloused fingers rubbed against his porcelain cheeks, and though he was sleeping, I could have sworn I saw a subtle blush rise upon them.
I couldn't help but wonder what those emerald eyes were seeing; it must've been a happy place since he wasn't thrashing about, consequently getting tangled in the sheets. I really hoped he was dreaming of me- of us. That he was dreaming of one of our times at the lake, or in that forest where the trees matched his eyes. Pressing my lips against his, I tasted the Earl Grey tea that he had had merely a few hours before. I was convinced he bathed in it, mainly due to the fact that the leafy smell always wafted off of him. Hints of his unscented shampoo were entwined in his hair. He would surely die if I ever told him how nice he smelled- not that I ever would, despite how cute he gets when he's flustered. My lips found their way up to his eyelids, and I tried so hard to hold back the tears. Nonetheless, a couple of crystalline drops found their way out of my eyes and into his eyebrows.
Stealing one of last kiss, I pushed down the feelings of regret- or at least enough to get me out the door.
A/N: I apologize for the shortness, but this was for English, and the minimum amount of words was 300 (I got 334). We had to do Descriptive Essays, and typically I suck at those (there are only so many ways you can describe a bedroom). I also hate reading them because I strongly dislike reading nature scenes over and over. I also hate writing from the point of view of a girl (which is just weird). So yes, this is USUK, not fem!USxUK
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