II.
(streetlights, people, livin just to find emotion, hiding, somewhere in the night)
Often times fading daylight would pan across the sky in a dizzying palette of hushed color. Whispered promises of a new day slipping by in a final wave.
Sometimes it was the only light that received its proper farewell.
When dark hues ate away the last remaining splashes of color, a new source of brightness was needed.
Like the first moment a newborn eye ever opens, the bulbs of streetlight would burst forth in a never-changing manner.
Rarely a figure ever stopped to gaze at it's shifting luminescence as many did for an evacuating sunset.
The sun could have never seen the things a simple lamppost had in the stifling center of the night.
People passed it without a care in the world. Its presence was only a small, meaningless fact buried underneath the conscious of the human brain.
Although its seemingly colossal unimportance, it had a picture to paint, very different from that of the sun.
It was one of those beautiful moments one rarely ever gets to see, the most vivid memory the streetlight could hold.
A bitterly cold night raged above as the rain poured from the sky in drowning puddles. The collecting water beneath it shimmered and splashed against the pavement. During these times, a lamppost never had a visitor. It sat there and watched the chilled people inside the buildings, peering through transparent glass for a single breath of clear sky.
But the sky refused to still in its turbulent fit, threatening to flood the street.
Running from whatever ailments behind them, two figures approached. Wet, matted locks hung over their faces, and dripping clothes clung to their bodies in a chilling hug. Laughing as they kicked the puddling water, their hands entwined between them as they approached the unimportant, silent lamppost.
Still grasping their sides in trembling laughter, their restless feet stopped just barely under the lights limited reach.
They both seemed unaware of the storm brewing around them and were only focused on each other.
The man was first to cease laughter as his warm hands came to rest on her cheeks, caressing the wet skin. His eyes tenderly soaked her face in loving torture as he held her. When his calloused thumb rubbed a small friction underneath her eye, a small gasp stifled her breath.
She returned his gaze with full force, anticipating his next action.
When his lips found hers in the pouring rain, the world was abuzz in glowing warmth. A burst of pressing color filled the air, unseen to the eyes of any human being. Time wanted to stop oh so desperately for the loving couple, but could only grant them the feeling of it doing so. The lamppost liked to think its light shined a little more brilliantly.
His hands finally escaped from her flowing tresses and his lips released hers quite slowly.
For just a couple moments, her eyes flickered upward towards the dying bulb lodged in the old streetlight. A fragile finger pointed towards it. "They really ought to replace the lightbulb in that thing, it looks about ready to explode or something."
Laughing at her easily distracted state, he agreed with her silently.
"I give you one of the best kisses in your life and all you think about is a lamppost short-circuiting."
His arms pull her to him. "I love you."
Chuckling she buries herself into his chest. A haven of heat encompasses his arms. "I love you too."
Lingering momentarily, the embrace stills. But the moment is gone faster than anticipated.
He pulls her away again, farther away from the direction they came.
The head of his pink hair and her contrasting blonde slip further away from the light. A soft, almost imperceptible cacophony of laughter wafts from their retreating forms.
Days and nights pass. Time had no bearing on the life of the fading streetlight.
As small and unnoticeable as it is, the light never was truly unimportant. Its provision guarded the streetside over boundless moments of contrasting emotions.
A million stories could be told from the perspective of a streetlight, but there were no words that could be spoken. The stories had to be shared within the memory of each individual, even if they hadn't realized they were part of its story.
Though the light remained silent and still, the magnificence of it shone on night after night.
It may have been insignificant in comparison to the glory of the sun, but its life had many things to portray.
You only have to stop and watch to know it.
This was written because what the hey. I am feeling very lighthearted right now.
Tell me what you thought. I honestly have nothing to say about this.
This fic was meant to be a Nalu week thing, but now I'm making it a drabble fic.
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~Brannasaurus Rex