Disclaimer: I don't own them (Declan and Miranda).
Why can't we live in a perfect world? Just once if she would let herself down, come out of her shell, life would then be perfect. Well, for me in my world, anyway. She doesn't realize what she's doing to me inside. I wonder what's in that head of hers? What occupies her thoughts? Other than physics, her science and matter of energy.
She is gently, soft and fragile, but yet, there seems to be some sort of shield around that heart of hers. It frightens me how she keeps her emotions in. Her emotions about me. We've worked together days and nights on those paranormal investigations. We've stayed up all hours of the night talking about everything and anything. She seems to enjoy my company, but when I try to get a bit close to her, she takes a step back.
There she is on the rooftop, her hands in the pockets of her white lab coat, her tantalizing blue eyes shut as she feels the cool breeze brush lightly against her face, her shiny black hair slightly messed due to the wind. She seems to be enjoying her moment. The only sound is at a distance below of students in muffled conversations. There must be a reason why she's in my life. She raises her head to the sky, to the moon and the stars. Is she in deep thought? About what? Or whom, I wonder?
I approach her slowly. "Hey," I tell her. As she turns, I can see the moonlight in her blue eyes. A touch of emotion appears on her face. She nods, seems afraid to smile, but she does, only slightly. Did I interrupt her in some sort of secret thought? She doesn't say a word and seems mesmerized by the atmosphere around her. I gently push her hair away from her face, her beautiful face. She turns back straight ahead looking out into the horizon. I lean into her, just a little. She doesn't move, nor does she take a step away.
She shivers and pulls her coat tightly around her, running her hands up and down her arms. I bravely wrap my arms around her shoulders. "Still cold," I ask. She just shakes her head.
"I'd better go in now," she tells me. I drop my hands to my side. I lean against the wall watching her walk away from me. Slowly turning back, she approaches.
"Are you coming," she holds out her hand to me. I pull her into my arms, embracing her tightly.
As if catching herself, she pushes me away, her eyes staring into mines. I am at a standstill, uncertain of making a move. Her fingertips brushes gently over my cheek, her thumb lightly glides over my lips.
I cup my hands on her face, tilting it back as I slowly lower mines to meet hers. I kiss her deeply as I tighten my grip around her, holding her close as we slowly take steps to a new beginning.
A perfect world? In our world it is.