（ʚɞ）ROMEO. . . ! ˚◞ʚ♡ɞ﹅۰ ۰ ۰ 一 CHAPTER 12 REAL LIFE / INSTA
❝ 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙔 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙀 ❞
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april 17, 2021 ( juliette's pov / cont. )
the sun was melting like honey, basking matthew and juliette in its golden fluorescence. the sunlight stuck to their skin like maple syrup, and juliette couldn't help but admire him. he was gleaming like venus, and she thought of him to be beautiful. god, he even looked like the sun, drizzled in honey ichor and caramel drops.
for a second, his eyes meet hers, and she turns away with the kiss of strawberries pecking at her cheeks. all she knew at this moment was matthew. nothing else. for once, dennis carson didn't occupy her mind.
she could see him stand up from beside her, and she nearly jumped in shock when he quickly pulled her to her feet. her favourite song begins to play, and juliette's heart feels like it's melting. she never thought he would've remembered her favourite song; dennis surely didn't. she sheepishly takes his hand, and they start to move in sync. to and fro, juliette rests her head on his shoulder.
the lyrics echo into the night, and everything else in the world slips away. to juliette, it's just she and him and her favourite song, dancing in a moonlit dream.
he was holding her in the same way she longed to hold the moon, with warmth and the familiar sense of love and devotion. his fingers were soft on her porcelain skin yet he held a tight grip, as if he was afraid to lose her. matthew knew of fragility and the way her frail body would crumble, so he held her with delicacy.
she reciprocated the gesture, because she was afraid that he would run off. juliette couldn't help but fall for him all over again, as her heart began to race. it was nearly beating out of her chest, and she prayed that he couldn't feel it.
here he was in all of his glory, with divinity in his lips and gilded moons in his veins. he was art. to juliette, he was everything. the air that she breathed. the skip in her step. he was hers.
the song comes to an end and fades into the night, and juliette slowly pulls away. their eyes meet, and juliette can tell by the way his eyes scan hers that he's got something on his mind, but she doesn't bother to ask.
instead, as the voice in her head starts to scream dennis' name (something she ignores), she looks down at his lips. matt mimics her, his heartbeat in rhythm with her own, and she notices that he's slowly leaning in. her breath catches in her thought, and she's almost suffocating. with a million thoughts racing, she couldn't process a single one.
