Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part sixty-three.

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Harry

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The surrounding could only be described as bliss, tall monstrous towering trees. Small in such a large frightening world. I was merely a speck of dust compared to the mahogany giants.

The ceasing pitter of rain didn't stop us, trickles of cycled evaporated water fell from the thunderous skies. Above dots of condensation, fog spreading over the world like a soft blanket. But it was anything but bland, the entirety glowed green-blue in addition to the surrounding. Sea-foam skies held a special place in my heart. A moment in time that would hold a special place in my heart.

Staring up at the tamed downpour, each little drop grazing the top of my radiating heated skin. On the tip of my nose, apples of my cheeks, trenches of my dimples because I couldn't help but smile. My curls are fawning in a half-drenched condition, I was so entranced in the devastating beauty of the forest.

Green, that's all there was for miles, that and a mahogany-red brown. I'd look at the towering traces of history, the trunks and I'd see Meg's eyes. How they glowed in the cloud-peeking sunlight, a honey brown. Similar to mine they changed color, when she was happy they were bright - amber and golden. When she was sad they darkened, closer on the scale to a coffee-like color. And when she was staring at me with lust they almost looked as red as the trees around us. I supposed I was the leaves - with my green, and she was the brown.

Unbeknownst, they created a harmony, heedlessly dancing alongside each other with crippling glory. On-seers had to look, captivated with a second's glance, strength, and prosperity.

Leather and lace.

How could such an awful world be so visually stunning? How could it withhold people that were way too good for it?

We decided against the formal tour of the forest, taking it upon ourselves to explore it on our own. Following trails to the bulk of the flourishing life. Both of us were way too tuckered out to do a crazy tree-climbing escapade. Considering I hadn't gotten more than four hours of sleep in the past seventy-two hours. And I figured Meg wouldn't want to do it by the book anyway.

Meg's stood in her tracks, marveling. Her eyes fail to look at everything once, wishing they could do more. Stare incapacity to understand the tranquility seeping into her raucous head. Yet and in a setting as stunning as this one, she took the cake, her beauty on all its rawness. She smoldered in between all the foliage, she belonged.

The way she admired the towering trees was the way she looked at those neon glowing lights at the amusement park. Child-like wonder in her glittering honeyed eyes. I was purely addicted to that, hell. I yearned for it in my heart, especially when it was directed at me. On the outside, Meg was generally a happy person - through the mess of shit going on underneath. But when she glowed like that it was real, not an act or something to make me feel more secure.

There were a handful of times she looked at me that way, and each one would be stained into my soul for the rest of my being. The first time was that cloudy shit day, she was laying on the rocks like a decrypted starfish. She sat in my lap, gawked up at me like I was fireworks on a hot summer night.

When I knocked on the window of her car during that snowstorm, the way her eyes lit up when she saw it was me. More so when I threw my hands around her, pushing us inside the warmth of my cabin,

When she was blitzed at Indie's party, watching me from the way while she danced like one of those blow-up things at car dealerships. I swear from memory I could see the actual night's sky in her eyes, glittering little stars beaming for my attention.