'You could get lost in a night like this.'
"isn't it a beautiful idea?" he questioned, the wonder in his voice unmistakable.
"it is," she agreed reluctantly. "but it's impractical. what if you don't find your soulmate? do you spend the rest of your life looking for them, refusing to give other people a chance to be with you?"
"no," he replied, "you don't need a soulmate to make your life complete. but if you do find someone whom you can consider your soulmate, you can find peace. remember, you can decide your own fate."
"are you saying that you can choose your own soulmate?"
she started to smirk while interrogating him. he felt like there were dragons flying in his stomach instead of butterflies.
he was in love with her. to him, it was a simple and unquestionable fact. he had noticed sparks between them from the very start. their chemistry was undeniable, but he was taken aback by how quickly and effortlessly the sparks started a fire.
the fire wasn't destructive or uncontrollable, it was something that kept him warm on cold nights and acted as a torch to lead him through the dark.
he loved everything about her.
he loved her caring nature and secret dreams, her memories that were as sharp and cold as a knife and the passion that kept her going.
he loved her laugh and the way her eyes looked when she was trying not to smile. he loved that she liked to walk barefoot through the grass and recite lyrics under her breath while doing so. he loved that she listened to him talk about the various topics that excited him and tolerated his flair for the dramatic.
he loved her eyes and her slightly crooked nose and her messy hair. he wished that he was the artist instead, because she would make a perfect model for a painter.
"is anyone home?" she asked, knocking on his forehead teasingly. "i'm still waiting for an answer."
startled by the touch and the proximity of her face, he moved backwards, hitting his head on the trunk of the tree behind him. he felt his face flush from embarrassment, after which he felt the throbbing pain in the back of his head.
after laughing for about a minute, she insisted on examining the damage caused by the accident. he refused to turn around and display his non-existent injuries, so she moved closer and carefully placed her fingers on the back of his head. her fingertips gently skimmed through his hair, searching for scratches or bumps.
his body relaxed at the soothing touch, and he found himself leaning in slightly as her hair tickled the side of his face. she was so close that he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, count the individual strands in her eyelashes and hear the sound of her breathing.
there was something so calming about having her close to him.
her eyes met his, and he felt hypnotized by their depth. with great difficulty, he managed to open his mouth and speak.
"in response to your query," he said, "yes, i believe you can choose your soulmate. in fact, i've already chosen mine."
he saw the question in her eyes and gave his answer by leaning closer until their lips touched. he kissed her slowly, allowing her to think and pull away if she wanted to.
after a few moments of hesitation, her hand settled more firmly on the back of his head and pulled him towards her. her fingers buried themselves in his hair and his arms encircled her waist. the moment washed away all his insecurity. it made him feel that everything in his chaotic world had momentarily righted itself.
she didn't have to say a word for him to know that she had chosen him too.
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This was one of the most cheesy things I've written in a long time. But this means all the dramatic events can happen soon!
