eventually * HIDDLESTON

23 - 15:29

LIBBY FRENCH
march 24th 2019
        15:29 PM

my head was rested on toms chest, right over his heart and the casual patter of his heart beat filled my surrounding in a peaceful melody. his large hand encompassed sections of my hair, running his fingers through them, departing strands and brushing through them.

i was convinced he was making knots in my hair, seeing as he was so fascinated by the stand he was playing with. my right hand was propped up onto his lower abdomen, drawing small shapes around the area, and writing incoherent phrases.

"if you could come back as anything, what would you come back as?" i asked him, finishing the star i was drawing.

"maybe a in the form of a bird." his response was simple; left a lot to the imagination. "why a bird?" i was curious i have to admit.

"they are free beings, take flight and home where ever they wish, fend for themselves and don't rely on others. it seems fascinating."

his answer made me think, there was deeper meaning behind his reasoning i know it. i wanted to respect his privacy and not ask.

"how about you?" he moved on to a different strand, dropping the one he was just fiddling with on my face.

he had plaited it.

tom was plaiting strands of my hair.

"maybe a butterfly. i'm not so sure." i shrugged.

"why?"

"well, they are beautiful and so delicate, so.. yeah that's my only reasoning." i laughed slightly at my own mark.

"if it helps your decision, if you were a butterfly and i were a bird, i would protect you."

his words had a strange effect on my, my heart fluttered violently in my chest, almost as it it wanted to combust and kill me right there.

this wasn't my time right? i wasn't dying now surly not. i wouldn't have been so bothered though my serene surroundings, the happiness that frazzled my brain. if i were to die right now, i would be more than happy, i felt more than content in toms arms.