(I do not own Life is Strange!)
K is for Kate:
How on earth did she get such a perfect girl? That was the question Max Caulfield always asked herself when she was with Kate, especially now as they lay on her freshly made bed.
With one arm around her girlfriend's sleeping form, Max ran her fingers through her golden locks. Oh how she locked those locks. They were so soft and smooth. The color seemed to radiate off of them every time Max laid eyes on her.
To Max, those golden locks aren't just locks of hair: To Max, those locks are the roots to Kate's heart.
Max smiled as she saw a small smile spread across the corners of Kate's lips while she slept.
'Oh man, those lips.'
Max just wanted to kiss those lips every second of the day. They were perfectly small and plump. They made Kate's smiles more memorable and each kiss more precious.
To Max, those lips aren't just lip: To Max, those lips are the hollow to Kate's love.
Max's hand grazed across the bareness of Kate's arm. Her skin was another thing. It was soft and smooth. Max could easily get lost in her own head if she touched that skin. It never had a blemish to be seen and its paleness reminds Max of the purity of white.
To Max, that skin isn't just skin: To Max, that skin is the bark of Kate.
Max watched as Kate's eyes fluttered open, her lips turning into a full smile when she saw blue orbs staring back at her. She reached up and cupped Max's cheek as she stared into her eyes lovingly.
Max laid her hand on top of Kate's. Her hands were like paper, thin and delicate. They were so small and Max just wanted to pepper them with kisses.
To Max, those hands aren't just hands: To Max, those hands are the leaves that are connected to Kate's arms.
Max rubbed small circles on Kate's hand as she held it. Kate's chocolate brown eyes stared into Max's blue ones as they laid there.
Kate's eyes seemed to melt into a sweet brown. They always gave Max a sense of hope whenever she looked into them. They glistened with joy when she laugh, rippled with sadness when she cried and burned with fire when she was angry. Max had always loved that. Those eyes understood her and loved her for the person she was. She could stare into those eyes all day and forget about everything that happened to her.
To Max, those eyes aren't just eyes: To Max, those eyes are Kate's life source.
Kate's smile grew as Max drew her into a supple kiss. It wasn't erotic, demanding or fast. It was a short but passionate kiss that only Kate could deliver, a kiss only her Kate could deliver.
To Max, Kate was an angel; To Max, Kate was the Tree of Life.
(I hope I explained it better this time. I don't know why but I always have trouble describing scenes, you know? Weird, I know but true :D Anyway, I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. I've been busy and tomorrow I start school again so I might be slow. Forgive me!
(On a side note, if I ever post a chapter that sucks, (like not following a character's personality or if there's typos or lack of description..etc) please take my rush to write these into consideration. I try to write as much as possible for you guys and sometimes I have to rush and attempt to fix it later after school. So please put that into your consideration and thank you for reading!)
