Song: Wild Horses
Artist: The Sundays
Characters: Greg Sanders/Sara Sidle
Graceless lady, you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Of The Heart
She's standing on the shore, and the water ripples as she dips her toes in. Her shoulders are shaking and he can tell, even from behind that she's crying. She doesn't move or speak when he comes to stand beside her, and Greg sits down with a sigh as he watches the sunset. It takes a minute, but eventually Sara sits down too, leaving a space between them that feels a million miles wide.
"Sar," he whispers, not taking his eyes of the mural of pink and orange that the clouds have painted. She turns her head, just enough to see the hazel eyes she loves so much as they stare of in the distance.
"Yeah?"
"Come home, please." His voice is nothing more than a whisper, the words nothing more than a plea, but she can't stand to say no.
"Ok," she says quietly, reaching out and grasping his hand and giving his fingers a squeeze.
"I love you," he says, squeezing them back. His hand is warm, and he smells of after shave and coffee. It's intoxicating.
"Why do you love me?" she asks. He smiles, as she leans her head against his shoulder.
"You're smart and beautiful. You make me laugh. And you love me for me." She giggles and the sound sends a chill down his spine.
"How long have you loved me?"
"Since I first saw you." Another giggle and a kiss that tastes like Chap Stick, soft and sweet.
"Why did you come looking for me?"
"Because I can't live without you."