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Twenty-Eight - Renee

Twenty-Eight - Renee

Now

We found ourselves a spot by one of the benches as Valerio spoke his heart out. His hand is still laced with mine and I am not sure how his palm hasn't felt a sweat. We took turns, but this was more about him than I. I could feel every single emotion he went through while speaking his heart out, I held his hand tighter every time he needed to be comforted, specifically when he wanted to search for me. No wonder he felt disappointed after I left without notice at the grand party. I was admiring his features while he spoke. His eyes rarely looked at me, but when they did, they held the galaxies. I could just get lost in them and feel infinite.

I'd watch his chest rise and fall, while I slowly rest my head on his shoulder to feel his warmth. I could hear his heartbeat steady as the moon rose in the night sky. It was like the moon and all the stars were listening to him. The more depth he told me, the more I'd move to look at his face. When he started to talk about the paper plane, it all fell into place. The way he traveled to the cottage as a stepping stone for his music career. Look at him now. He's so pure, with his body relaxed and speaking to me like this was meant to be.

The way he had described me and the environment filled me up with nostalgia. How I hadn't noticed, and how we took different paths but had the same destiny. I blushed slightly whilst turning to have a clear look at him. He was composed, smiling when we spoke about Luna, Raphael, and Joan, and feeling a little tense when he wanted to find me. His eyebrows felt the most tension, they furrowed and relaxed, but also followed his eyes. Among all his music, he's the most luxurious.

As much as I wanted to ask about Raphael and Joan, he ended with "Raph is now my manager and Joan is my support system, who also works on the music-making as well. These two are one of the sole reasons to where I am today." He spoke with such gratitude, that if I ever meet one of these two, I would thank them wholeheartedly. Once he finished, he looked at me affectionately and smiled, his eyes falling into crescents. It made me want to cup one of his cheeks and sideline his hair. He makes me feel anything and everything and I love it.

All that comes out of my mouth is "I am glad our paths crossed again," as my cheeks bloom. There, just a few seconds of being lost in galaxies. This is real sweetness, this is all I need. I think once you're a singer, there's this look that immediately gives you the idea: his baby curls falling in front of his eyes, the small ear piercing lobe of his ear, the kind smile that makes your heart skip a beat, the way you imagine the acoustic guitar playing a tune in your head and you just subconsciously smile or even start singing the lyrics.

This is how it feels to breathe in the fact that yours and my favorite singers (actually for me it's just one, and he means the world to me) live under the same sky as you and I, they also feel the music they write for us and wish the best for us because life moves really fast if you don't take a break you could miss it. Ever since I had discovered his music, he instantly became a part of my world, little did I know I had already met him, and now, he's right in front of me, holding my arms and making me feel like I am his:

"Renee, will you be mine?"