"It's cold"
"I know"
The leaves danced with their shadows in the wind. Insects chirped around them.
They knew they didn't have to speak to build a soothing atmosphere- the crickets sounded lovely.
"I want to go home"
He looked at her. She was holding her knees as if they were her only comfort. As if she could squeeze herself into nothing and away from where she sat. He turned back to the flames.
"Me too"
She let her weight pull her body towards him so that nothing could bring itself in between her head and his shoulder. She closed her eyes, wishing there was a way to stretch every second out until this moment lasted forever. There was nothing she wanted more than the resolution she forsought in his eyes. Nothing.
Her closeness blew color onto his face- more than the ones the fire emenated, but never more than the ones that roared inside his stomache when she smiled. Was there anything worth more than his puzzle- his joy sitting there next to him, leaning on him? Nothing.
The chirping of the crickets. The rustle of the trees. The crackle of the fire.
The beating of their hearts.
Every noise was woven into their ears as a song. Every sight seemed to have been built by Aphrodite herself to swoon them into a heavenly dream they'd confused for this moment.
There was nothing they cherished more.
Nothing.
"I know"
The leaves danced with their shadows in the wind. Insects chirped around them.
They knew they didn't have to speak to build a soothing atmosphere- the crickets sounded lovely.
"I want to go home"
He looked at her. She was holding her knees as if they were her only comfort. As if she could squeeze herself into nothing and away from where she sat. He turned back to the flames.
"Me too"
She let her weight pull her body towards him so that nothing could bring itself in between her head and his shoulder. She closed her eyes, wishing there was a way to stretch every second out until this moment lasted forever. There was nothing she wanted more than the resolution she forsought in his eyes. Nothing.
Her closeness blew color onto his face- more than the ones the fire emenated, but never more than the ones that roared inside his stomache when she smiled. Was there anything worth more than his puzzle- his joy sitting there next to him, leaning on him? Nothing.
The chirping of the crickets. The rustle of the trees. The crackle of the fire.
The beating of their hearts.
Every noise was woven into their ears as a song. Every sight seemed to have been built by Aphrodite herself to swoon them into a heavenly dream they'd confused for this moment.
There was nothing they cherished more.
Nothing.