It's Always Been You...

Chapter 1:

When they were younger, they used to think true love was tumultuous and intense - robust in a way, explicit and naked skins, but now, the world lied, they thought. Real love is gentle, like an almost touch, an almost kiss - so subtle and so fleeting. Love is passionate in a soft, sweet way. Not glitters, not dazzling show-off, not fireworks and drama. Love is like coming home. It's the breeze on a still summer day, a hot cup of cocoa on a stormy night. Love is the cold feet touching underneath a blanket. Love is a balm to the aches of the world, and love is them, Evelyn and Celia.

"Stay still." Evelyn murmured, lying on her stomach on the sand as she put sunscreen on Celia's face who was lying on her back, "Stay still, I said." She hissed when the red-head tried to kiss her hand.

There was laughter escaping on their lips. The gentle scolding of the blonde to the ginger was calming and full of love. The sun had set, however, Evelyn still insisted that she should put sunscreen on her lover's skin. The bluish skies were long gone and up above was the orange tint painting the skies. The sunset was dazzling against the horizon kissing the ocean ahead and the pelicans were flying above. The ocean was calm. The waves were minimal and they were there, lying on the sand, ignoring the world that they chose to leave behind.

"Take my hand." Evelyn jested, standing up as she extended her hand for the red-head to grasp.

Celia sat on the sand, "Why?"

A smile crept into the blonde's lips, "Just take my hand." She spoke, in a convincing yet taunting tone.

"If you're asking me to dance, I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, "I didn't say we'll dance. Just trust me." She extended her hand again, "Come on, baby." She added exasperatedly.

The red-head gave her a questioning gaze. Yet, she held the blonde's hand, and along with it, she stood up. Evelyn held her hand and pulled her even closer to her. Celia laughed, and Evelyn smiled at her. The sun was starting to fade in the horizon and the orange skies were slowly kissing the darkness. Few of the billion stars above were slowly taking its place on the skies. The wind howled and whispered a language that only they could understand.

"What now?" Celia sweetly chimed as she placed her arms around the blonde's neck.

Their eyes were mirroring against each other. Smiles crepting on their lips. Evelyn's hands fell on the small of Celia's back and then she paused and lingered into the moment of silence before she opened her lips.

"You said something about running away with you." Evelyn started, placing some of Celia's loose hair behind her ear, she gazed at her eyes, serious and content, "Then I'll run away with you. I would give everything up just to be with you. Let's leave the US. I'll runaway with you wherever you want. We can go to Europe. We can go to Spain, Italy or wherever you want to go." She stopped and held the red-heads chin, "I'm ready." She looked down, took Celia's hands and slowly intertwined their fingers together, "Let's runaway, baby."

Celia's mouth hung open. Her eyes beamed with happiness as she heard those words escaping out from the blonde's lips. She paused and looked at her as if what she heard was a joke. And Evelyn was there in front of her, putting on a smirk that she so badly wanted to kiss it off of her face.

The ginger shook her head, and chuckled, "Please tell me you're not pulling my leg."

"Baby, look at me." Evelyn whispered and Celia did, "I am not joking." She spoke, looking at her like she was a sin and she was ready to commit her, "Let's runaway together."

"Are you sure?" The red-head whispered.

Evelyn kissed her lips as she sighed, "I've never been so sure, until this." She held her chin, "I am. I am sure."