'Under The Covers'
By: GaaraFox
Darkness ensued as she crawled to her room
Escaping the hate that continued to circulate
Through her house that was called home
But in her heart, she's always alone
Under the covers is where she hides
Hidden from light, and from those eyes
That watched her as she ran up the stairs
Maybe tonight, he will ignore her
Maybe tonight, he didn't see
Maybe tonight, he won't be as angry
Maybe tonight, she'll get lucky
Screams and shouts vibrate the walls
Objects are thrown, destroyed by fury
That lashes out at the woman who gave birth
To the girl upstairs with the broken heart
Tears roll down her cheeks
And cold air seeps
Through the window that's slightly cracked
Through the window that just may in fact-
Hold the doorway to something great
She can't leave, and she can't escape
But to bring another broken heart in-
To bring someone else into the House of Fear
To take them with her as she disappeared
They could runaway with one another
If only for tonight, If only under the covers
For when the sun arises on the horizon
The broken hearts must break again
Torn away from one another
Until their ages allow them to escape
Every night she prayed and hoped
That he would always be there
The boy that loved only her
The man that held only her
With dry eyes keeping her from dreams
The young girl jolts to the sound
Of a small whisper at the window
The one she'd been waiting for, the one that made her heart pound
"Sakura?" His voice was soft, and tamed my heart as it adjusted from sorrow to hope. The window was less than a foot away from my bed, so I didn't use much energy to sit up and push it open even more. He lifted one leg inside, and then another, until he finally turned and closed the window silently.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed quietly, and he was standing right in front of me, looking directly into my eyes. He leaned down and embraced me, and I accepted the hug, like it was my own personal drug. I breathed in his familiar scent, and smiled as I felt whole again.
Slowly he pulled away, and took off his shoes so he could join me on the bed. We never did anything except lay with each other; sometimes in the comfortable silence, and sometimes in soft conversation. He always made me laugh when I felt like crying, and he always held me when I felt like dying.
Savior, love, best friend;
In the end one can't comprehend
The worth of a heart that completes yours
And the worth a door that leads to something more
It isn't puppy love like a child
And it isn't attraction like a lover
It's the healing that arises, soft and mild
When two ripped souls find one another
There are a lot of girls in the world who believe they're in love, and a percentage of those girls in that group believe that love is physical, but not us. Outside of this room we don't hang on to one another, and we don't flaunt our emotions.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
As he laid down beside me, he pulled the blankets on my bed up towards us in order to keep us warm on the chilly night. We were facing one another, our legs entangled, and although it was pitch black in my room, I could still see the outlines of his face. Forgetting about everything else in the world, I reached up and placed my fingertips on his cheek.
They were cold, probably from the late night wind, and so I used my palm to gently warm the side of his face. The covers moved as he lifted his hand up, and placed it on top of mine. Then he did something that made my heart skip a beat, he turned his head, and kissed my palm, closing his eyes as he did this. I smiled.
When he turned to look back at me, our faces were close to one another. I could feel his warm breath against my face and neck, and delighted in that sensation. My hand was no longer on his cheek, but now intertwined with his under the covers. I scooted a little closer to him, and he released my hand, placing it then on the small of my back and pulling me closer. He gently kissed my forehead, and then gazed into my eyes.
It was like he was trying his best to be the man that I needed, and it was like he was trying to show me that he could show emotions if he tried hard enough. He's always different when it's just the two of us. . .and I wouldn't want it any other way. Him doing these things for me: keeping me warm, loving me without words, and simply being there for me, makes them even more special when no one else knows.
At school no one considers us a couple, but we don't worry about codes and labels. We follow the trends that we feel in our hearts, and we take the steps that lead to some where worth going, and not where anyone else wants us to go.
Walk with me,
And I'll follow you
Respect me,
And I'll listen
Hear my heart breaking
Collapsed in my chest
But consider it healed
And everything else will rest
No one ever thinks
Of a broken heart as whole
In the end
It's simply a whole heart
Waiting to be fixed
The damage that was done
Will not fully rip it
Because even the smallest cracks
Are mislead to be colossal
So take my hand, and let's walk
Down the dirt path, where no one else goes
Let's take the route that everyone is afraid to
Let's make the decisions, the everyone decides not to
Our morals lay between what is right and wrong
But in a world where the line is blurred
We can only go by what we naturally know
To take a relationship to a mature level
May break a fragile heart
But if the time is chosen accurately
Love will last eternally
That's what I love about Sasuke, he doesn't force me or pressure me to do anything I don't want to do. He simply allows me to be with him, in the way that I feel comfortable. Laying here in his arms, my back now to his secure chest, I stare at the wall and sigh in delight. I can hear his steady breathing, and feel it as it washes over my neck.
His arm is wrapped securely around my stomach, only there for protection, while his other arm is my pillow. Our legs are still tangled, and feet no longer cold. I adjust my head a little, and use my hand that's on his, to adjust a piece of hair that has fallen in front of my eyes. He stirs from my movement.
Sighing deeply, his mind in a sleepy trance, he moves closer against me and places his face against my neck. I try not to giggle as I can feel him smile, a rare gift that only I'm graced with.
I wrote this around one in the morning, and I was completely out of it, haha!
I was actually thinking earlier, "I wonder if I actually wrote a fluffy SasuSaku, or was I dreaming it?"
Turns out I did write it! haha (:
Hope you liked it, even though it's short, hehe ^^
