his craving fantasy, mileven.

four.

CHAPTER FOUR.

❝ HEAVEN HELP A FOOL
WHO FALLS IN LOVE ❞

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they were stargazing outside in mike's backyard. well they were stargazing... things took a turn and el was now admiring her boyfriend, as he closed his eyes and rested his head on her chest, falling asleep to the sound of her heartbeat.

she loved to count the freckles that covered his pale skin. she loved to kiss the now healed cuts that were splayed onto his wrists. she loved the way his drawn out ebony hair, always covered his glorious eyes, so she'd have to pull it back behind his ears to see the magnificent face that would occupy her mind every minute of the day. she loved his perfectly sculpted jaw, and the way it would feel against her fragile fingers. she loved how lanky and tall he was compared to her. she loved the way he held her in his arms. she loved the sound of his soft peaceful breathing. she loved his delicate forehead kisses. she loved intertwining their hands together. she loved the way he saved her contact as 'my perfect el'. she loved the way his featherlight kisses made her stomach do backflips, even after four years of experiencing them. she loved going skinny dipping with him late at night, in the lake by the lab. she loved the way he would dramatically slow dance to 'love story' by taylor swift with her in the woods. she loved him and all his little things.

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he then woke up to the soft thumping of el's heart, and the warm embrace of him held tightly in her arms, as she was braiding his abnormally long hair.

he fluttered his eyes half open, still not being fully awake.

"el, what time is it?" he whispered groggily, but softly.

"i think around two in the morning. shh, sleep my love." she gently answered back and continued to knot her fingers through his silky curls.

why were they always out so late, people might wonder. well, it's plain; el had accepted the fact that mike absolutely hated being judged and looked at by strangers whom he didn't even know, so they enjoyed leaving the house late at night to their special place, or just to hang out in mike's backyard, and sneaking back through his window in the early morning.

"i love you."

"i love you."

and he drifted into a deep sleep, just like earlier, with his cheek smushed onto her flat stomach.

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their relationship was different. if an average person was to observe mike and el's daily interactions, there's no doubt that person would find it at least a bit odd.

you see, their love wasn't made by words; it was made by touches. the way they felt for one another simply could not be described in words; so they used affection. as long as they both felt closeness between one another, no words had to be said at all. their hearts that were filled with an insane amount of devotion and care were just purely not capable of being put in any type of verbal communication. no matter how hard they tried to mutter the smallest phrases, their love wouldn't be held by those words, because it was so much more than anyone would ever display with any syllables. so why try?

simple touches like tracing shapes in each other's skin merely felt like they were both understood and connected.

promises and i love you's would do it; but still, it wasn't enough. their bodies showed how they fit so perfectly together. with warmth and tenderness. emotion and care. fondness and feeling. respect and admiration. familiarity and intimacy. they'll always fit in each other's arms so perfectly.

their actions were the true meaning of love.

and if perfect was a painting, mike and el would be smeared on the canvas, holding each other so tightly, as if it was the end of the world.

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A/N: here's another small filler chapter. ik ik, not a lot of dialogue in this book, sorry. i hope u enjoyed this chapter. idk i'm not really feeling it. anyways, this book is almost coming to an end. so far everything's going fine but we'll have to wait and see for the next few chapters. thank u for reading, bye !!