𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦.

*15*

-E.R

It was quite windy out tonight, but I liked it. It was a sweater-type of weather. The city was lit orange from the sunset. I think sunsets are my favourite thing, there is not one thing I hate about them. They welcome the most precious state of time, night. I love the fact that as night approaches everything starts to come to a rest. As everything becomes slower and fainter, the world pauses. I've always found comfort in the tranquillity of the night.

Since sleeping was such a complex matter in my situation I learned to become more used to the night, I didn't fear the idea of being awake through it or anything of that sort, instead, I grew a relationship with the night, and because sunsets lead me into the best part of my day, I have become content with just watching them.

I run my hand along the dashboard of my car collecting the tiny bit of dust that started to take place. I liked things to be clean, don't get me wrong I'm no clean freak, but do I appreciate a nice neat space? Yes.

I brushed my hand along my black jeans to get rid of the dust and picked up the empty bottles left behind in the cup holders. I sighed and got out of my car which was parked in a random parking lot that had one of the best views in town. As I walked towards the garbage and threw the bottles away I looked at the loud fountain to my right.

Benches scattered around the fountain and the one facing away from me had a woman sitting down. Weirdly enough I became curious as I saw red hair cascading just above the shoulder of the woman. I walked over casually just planning to sit on the bench next to her so I could get a good look at the person.

Before I even sat down the woman's head whipped up in my direction, I couldn't help but wonder if her neck hurt from how fast she turned it. But even before I could finish the thought another one invaded my brain when Davina's face was fully in view.

She sat cross-legged on the bench, with a book right in the middle of her lap. She seemed to be only a few pages in which made me feel bad for interrupting her reading. Her doe eyes laced with confusion as she started up at me. Without even marking the book she closed it.

"Emilio?" her voice always came off smoothly, I don't think I'll ever get tired of it. The way she says my name does something to me.

"Sorry, did I interrupt you?" she immediately shook her head a chuckled down at her book. She flipped it over so the cover was up and looked back at me.

"No, you didn't. I'm starting to think this book and I don't get along though, I can never seem to go past page ten" she found amusement in her own words. Davina always shared more than she needed to, she rambled. Somehow I enjoyed this feature about her, I could never get bored.

"Books need dedication and time," I said sitting down a few feet away from her, though I felt the need to be closer I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"Time to spare is something I rarely have" licked her pink lips and looked at the large fountain in front of us. I took this time to go over her side profile. The sharp edge to her jawline and the slope of her freckled nose suited her face perfectly.

"Why are you alone?" I might have already known the answer to this question.

"Spear is sleeping over at your sister's, and it just so happens to be my first night off in a while" she looked at me "you?"

Now, I turned to look at the fountain. How do I say I like being alone without sounding like a total cliché loner? I had a good amount of people willing to occupy me at any time, and though I like being around them from time to time, I cannot see myself being with them at every moment in time.

"I don't know."

"You don't talk a lot do you?" Had she forgotten that she said this before? It didn't occur to me that she may not remember everything from that drunken night I drove her home.