𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄

ʚ𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ

Her arms are crushed around my torso, clutching onto my chest as if it's her lifeline, as if I am her sole salvation from the jaws of death. But her cheers and screams of utter joy and excitement melt away any ounce of concern I had. The sound of her laughter hitting my ears like an angelic
symphony that could make even the devil crack a smile.

She was reluctant at first, carefully creeping towards my bike, fear evident in her eyes. Though all it took was a small nod and a smile of encouragement from me to dissolve her look of fear into one of determination.

Moments later, she was sitting pretty on the back of my bike, swamped in my leather jacket and helmets on of course. She had questions, a lot of questions but initially she ignored me. Apparently false rat reports aren't good for business and after a scolding whilst I tried to hold back my amusement, I agreed not to do it again.

Why did you call?

Couldn't you have waited?

Where are you taking me?

But I didn't tell her anything, it's a surprise that I'm desperately praying she is going to love.

I purposely pulled up a five minute walk away from where I was taking her, needing the suspense to build up before we arrived,

"Gumi, where the fuck are we?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do but-"

No hesitation.

I can't stop the huge fucking grin that makes it's way onto my face. I envelope her in my arms, spinning her round as her chuckles fill the air.

I place her back on the ground, keeping my arms wrapped around her. She tilts her head up to look at me and in that moment I have to remind myself to breathe. One look from this girl is enough to send me into respiratory failure, my breathe stolen by her beauty. And somehow she takes my breath
away, all while being the breath of fresh air keeping me alive.

"You trust me?" I ask again, though this time in disbelief, craving the reassurance.

"With my life." She replies, not missing a beat.

"Good. Now stop asking questions." I reply, grabbing her hand gently and pulling her in the direction of her surprise.

Her small chuckles as I pull her through the streets, weaving in and out of people is the most beautiful form of therapy, one smile is all it takes to drown out my mind and allow my heart to lead.

"Can we run?" She asks out of the blue.

"You want to run?"

She hums in agreement, "I wanna feel like I'm in a movie, hand in hand, running through the streets, talk about romantic." She sighs dreamily.