Her Firsts
The first time she had felt tingles on her skin, it had been his touch.
The first time she had felt pleasure at the caress of a man, it had been his.
The first time she felt the emotion of true love, it had been towards him.
The first time she had shared a kiss willingly, it was with his lips.
The first time she was swept off her feet, it had been when he had told her his true identity.
The first time she had shared a bed with a man, cuddled in his arms, it had been his.
The first time she wept with true fear, it had been when he had fainted due to fatigue.
The first time she felt her heart clench in silent pain, it was his absence.
The first time she found herself willing the time to go faster, it had been when he was away filming in another country.
The first time her heart skipped a beat; he was kneeling before her asking for her hand in marriage.
The first time she felt elated, it had been the news of her carrying his baby.
The first time she felt the pains of motherhood, it had been the birth of their first child.
A girl.
Mogami Kyoko shared most, if not all, her firsts with Tsuruga Ren. Their love, one that spanned several decades, unwavering and withstanding the thunder and rain of everyday life, would allow Kyoko to share her lasts with him too.
Author's Note: Above was a result of my unending boredom. I'm working on the other one that I've written partially. Don't read it yet, I'll be updating it with some (possibly major) changes to the plotline soon. I'm not going to delete it, simply because I wish not to lose the reviews I received for that work.
Another thing to note: I suck greatly at portraying romance. I'm not a great believer in love except that I know and acknowledge its existence within the fictional world. It goes without saying that many of you will disagree, however, my point is, expect all my presentation of romance to be quite below average.
That being said, 'night (for me it is).