I Wish You Would (600 Words Of Love Runners' Up)

I Wish You Would

My hands shook as I held the paper in my hands. My brows were tensed, eyes fixed on the words. I wasn't looking where I was going. 

"Melanie, wait up!"

I jumped at Trevor's loud voice, and the paper slipped from my clumsy fingers and disappeared among the sea of hurrying feet below.

"No!" I cried, a tiny drop of panic seeping into my heart, as I bent down to search for my letter.

Miss Welkins was the kind of teacher who set homework according to trends. Currently, it was Valentine's Day. We were required to write a Love Letter and read it out loud in class. Problem was, I'd not only not gotten the time to revise my letter, in the heat of the moment, I'd written things in them I meant to edit out while speaking. Naturally, the idea of my private thoughts being on display wasn't the pleasantest one.

"You okay, there? Trev asked, bending down to meet my eyes. "Come on up, you know Welkins doesn't like us being late."

"B-but I cannot my find letter-"

"Oh come on," he started pulling me up by the elbow. "We both know you have it memorized by now. It's about time you got over your fear of public speaking, you know."

"Easy for you to say, fucker."

. . .

My eyes scanned the room, before inevitably resting on him.

Jace.

I gulped. Miss Welkins prompted me to start.

"Dear Love," I started shakily, trying to look at someone else and not make things too obvious. "I've never talked to you, I've never known you like I would want to. I don't know your favourite colour, or what you like to eat.

"But I do know this: before I turn off the light every night, I think of you. I know that, when we're in a room full of people, your face is the only one I want to look at. I used to think love needs something to work on, but I know now that love is like a storm: You never know when it's going to come, and you never know how it's going to be, or what impact it will have. 

"All you can feel is the lingering breeze.

"This is the breeze of life. It tells you a secret; keep it. You just have to reach out a little bit higher. It's not just a breeze, it's a messenger. It carries the silent messages of a Juliet to his Romeo. You just need to stand at your window and pay attention, as it whispers into your ears. And there will come a time, when you will know what I know, and we will be able to hear the music deep inside our hearts. This is the breeze that will bind us together, with one single string, and fill all our veins, with the same warm blood."

. . .

People were telling me how amazing I had been as I walked out of class, and Trevor hadn't stopped clapping me on the back since. I smiled through it all, but my mind was still stuck on the lost paper.

I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. My heart did a huge backflip when I saw Jace standing in front of me with the most intense eyes I'd ever seen. I tried to read them, but they were indecipherable.

 "I wish you would feel the breeze, Jace," he said. "I wish you would feel the music in my heart." He held up an all-too-familiar piece of paper in his hand.  "You missed a line."

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