I started working on this on the side, just for some stress relief. I promise i am continuing to write "The Landslide Will Bring You Down". This will consist of 4 short chapters, one for each season of course. I wanted to make them uber detailed, since they were short. Please let me know what you think, and if it enjoyable, or just hard to read.
"So break my step,
And relent,
Well you forgave, and I won't forget,
Know what we've seen,
And with him less,
Now in some way, shake the excess."
Autumn leaves fall around them like puzzle pieces in the adept place and the blonde shudders, scooting closer to the raven haired girl. Her hair clings to the back of her neck and over her ears as the knitted hat she is wearing is snug around her head; her hands are rammed into her pockets, the matching mittens seem to do no good against the fall breeze. Her coat is buttoned compactly as well, and the auburn color makes the more cryptic areas in her hair visible.
The brunette suppresses a smile; the warmth she brings is peculiar and she moves the mocha she is holding to her other hand and encloses her arm around the blonde to the best of her ability. She sighs, inhaling the smell of damp terrain and vanilla perfume before speaking.
"Do you love him?"
The blonde's mousy features rise to meet her questioning gaze; sapphire eyes examine her face, they seem more obscure than usual, and her mouth presses into a thin line. "No," a just as timid voice answers simply.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"Then…why?"
The blonde sniffles; her nose has started to run. She trembles, and lowers her head so it is resting on the full of the raven haired girl's shoulders. She too, shifts, making their bodies more adequate.
"He makes me appear ordinary."
The brunette sighs again this time more distressed and provoked, "you have to know that I would do anything, and be anyone for you."
The blonde sits up abruptly, staring at a street lamp that has begun to flicker on as the sun slips behind the horizon. Her fingers stretch to entwine themselves in the other girl's hand; her faded mittens make the raven haired girl's skin look more tan than ever before.
"My soul has managed to squeeze in such narrow spaces," she whispers into the cool air, her breath appearing in small puffs of smoke.
The other girl's wicked black hair blows in the slightest and she swiftly and effortlessly leans in to kiss the other girl; her chest tightens when the blonde pulls away almost immediately; Her lips burn like cigarettes as she licks the inside of her mouth.
"No matter how long it takes," she states firmly, "I will wait."
"Santana," the blonde hums, "we'll be infinite."
Refrences to Mumford and Son's "I Will Wait"