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My heart starts beating at the sight of the youngest Henry DeTamble I've ever seen. His features are somewhat like his more aged face. His eyes are soft and chocolate brown. His cheekbones are youthfully rounded and help frame his circle-shaped face, that later stretched to his older, oval face. Henry's lips are thin and parted slightly. He was a very handsome guy, I think. His hair is solid dark brown and young; unlike the hair he sometimes has when he's in his forty's. I feel the adrenaline rush through my veins at the thought of what we could do while he was here…Yep, that's Clare for you, always the optimist.
I stare at Henry for a long while, waiting for him to speak. It takes him a good five minutes to stop himself from gaping at me. He then looks away from me and down at himself. His cheeks flush lightly and I swallow the giggle that was dying to come out.
"Excuse me, umm, miss. Would you by any chance have any clothes nearby? Even a blanket would be fine." He looks at me, looking embarrassed and immaturely worried. I see his eyes wander to the field behind me. I know the picnic I set up for us is there and a stack of my father's clothes at the edge of the blanket. His eyes light up at the sight and his eyes rise up to mine. Hope is shining in them and my eyes begin to build up with tears of joy. I love this boy. Even though, I guess "boy" isn't the right word for him. I suppose he is about seventeen or eighteen, and I sigh happily at the thought of Henry and I having corresponding ages together. He notices my continuous staring at him.
"Umm, are you ok?" He asks, a thin ring of worry in his voice. My heart flutters at his care.
"Oh, yes. Sorry. I do have some clothes, over there." I point behind me. "Behind me," my voice fades. He smiles at my dumbfounded expression, and I can't help but return the smile. "Oh God, I love you," I breathe. His smile fades and pure shock is plastered on his face. I then realize what I had just said.
"I didn't just say that, did I?" I ask, a dumbfounded smile appearing on my face. Henry nods slowly, his eyes wide. God, I think. How smart am I!, I scold myself sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, but from what you just said, it seems like you know me. I don't think I know you, though," he says. What he says pains me, even though I've heard it many times before. Every other time he's traveled at a young age, he's never remembered me. It hurt that he forgot me, even though I knew deep in my heart that he loved me.
I can see Henry notices my face fall, and remorse is in his eyes.
"No, you don't know me," I say. I turn towards the blanket with our picnic on it, and walk to retrieve his clothes. I hear him follow, a few feet behind. When I reach the blanket, I pick up the stack of clothes and turn around to hand them to him.
Henry's eyes fall on the clothes and reaches forward to take them. I look down from his face and see the reason he wanted to clothes in the first place staring right at me. I feel my face redden and I look away quickly. He smirks and I begin to get angry.
"Why are you smiling?" I question. He smiles wider.
"No reason in particular," he laughs.
"Henry, that is so not funny." I emphasize "so" and he bursts out laughing. I frown angrily at his immature behavior. He continues to laugh, and with every one, my frown fades and pretty soon, I'm laughing along with him. After our laughter dies down, Henry puts my father's clothes on. They hang off of him loosely, and he looks absolutely hilarious and I can't help but giggle.
Henry tilts his head and stares at me sternly. I giggle even more. He begins to walk towards me with playful anger in his eyes. I continue to laugh and take steps backwards at the same pace he is. Henry begins to get closer to me and eventually wraps his arms around my waist. I feel sparks under my skin at the feeling of his hands on me, even though he's over my shirt. The look on his face shows that he felt it too.
Our eyes meet and I feel at home in his arms. His dark brown eyes melt my own and I lean into him. Henry's lips are only centimeters from my own. I close the small distance when I finally let my lips touch his. He tightens his hold on me and I wrap my arms around his neck. We deepen the kiss and our breaths become ragged.
"Oh Henry," I whisper against his lips. He pulls away and stress into my yes. There is love in them and my eyes fill with tears again. Henry brushes the back of his hand against my cheek softly. "I love you," I hear myself say once again.
"I don't know who you are, but I can't help but love you as well." I sigh with unbelievable happiness and press my lips to his again.