Miscellaneous

Random Romance #1

So, the reason for this is I am writing a romance story... Yep, pretty awesome, I know. But, there's a problem... I have no idea how to write romance scenes. So, I am creating a little chapter where I can practice romance scenes and make the lovey dovey stuff not make me sound stupid. I will edit this chapter frequently and add more scenes. Tell me how to make my romance better please! (Some of these will be written about the character in the story, so it won't make sense because it'll be like reading a random scene from a different book. K bai)

Cold rain falls from the sky and soaks my coat. The rain matches my mood perfectly; cold, dark, and dreary. I've felt like this my whole life, it seems, but that was because I was waiting for something that would never come.

Now, it's come, and it's horrible; just as wicked as the rain itself. I shiver. Rain is not normal. Everything is supposed to be perfectly mediocre here, but they can't even control the weather anymore.

Then, I see him. Him, who I waited for seventeen years to meet; him, who destroyed my life; he, who showed me the dark side of this already gray world--

Him, who is my Match.

Taylor doesn't say anything. He simply looks down at me, a look of disappointment and fear etched into his scarred face. His strikingly green eyes pierce through the looming darkness, and I get on my knees.

"I'm sorry," I say, voice hoarse. Why am I doing this again? Why am I falling for him? It was only a day ago that he broke my heart, and now I'm begging for him again.

He pulls me to my feet, still silent. I can't help but stare at his face. His beautiful, perfectly defined face. It's funny; when you first meet someone, you can never truly find them beautiful. You can lust after them and adore them, but it's not until you fall in love that you really do think they're perfect. Perfection doesn't come from your jawline, or your angular nose, or your dark eyebrows or stunningly green eyes. It comes from who you are, and the way you treat the people around you.

"I need you," I whisper, unable to stop myself from brushing a strand of his wet hair behind his ear. "I've always needed you."

"Then why did you abandon me? Leave me alone there, leave me to die?" his voice is strained, laced with hurt.

"I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean any of it. It was a mistake."

"You should've thought about that when you left me." I see the pain and betrayal in his eyes, and all I want to do is hold him close, let him know it will be alright.

But he pulls away. "No. You can't just be with me when you feel like it. I'm not a toy that you can just play with when you're bored. It's all or nothing."

"Taylor," I grab his hand, but he pulls it away- not harshly, but gently, almost questioningly, "I was awful to you, but now I realize... I can't do it alone."

He doesn't respond. "Please," I whisper.

He grabs my hand and looks into my eyes. Even in a moment like this, a moment that, for anyone normal, would be perfect and pure, a thousand questions race through my mind. Can he see the newfound blue in my eyes, the yellow in my hair? Can he feel the fire inside of me? Is that same fire raging in him?

He hushes all of my thoughts by touching my face. Ever so gently, ever so lovingly, he traces the line of my chin. He leans in closer, and his lips brush against mine.

My first kiss. It's nothing like I ever would have expected. People always say when you kiss your Match, it's like fireworks have gone off. But that's not what this feels like. It feels like I'm on a rollercoaster, about to go down the huge hill. Finally, the cart rolls forward, and my stomach drops. I'm terrified and in complete shock, but in an amazing way. The cart reaches the bottom of the hill, and, just when I think it's over, I'm hurled into another series of twists and turns, terrifying and exciting at the same time.

He pulls me in closer, and all I can feel is him, his heart beating, his lips pressed against mine, his body touching me, the Mutant, the girl who isn't supposed to be loved, to even be alive.

Taylor pulls his lips away from mine, and whispers, "I forgive you." We both move together, expecting another kiss, but our moment is interrupted by screaming.