𝖎𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊.

018.

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THE MOMENT WAS SOFT; quiet wind gusting through the open double windows with cream sheer curtains as they indulged in the peaceful sound of trees swooning and birds singing. Light sunshine skimmed across her skin with warmth, making her keen in delight at how peaceful their day had been so far. Both of their bodies lay on the cloud white carpet, pillows supporting their heads as they stared up at the ceiling, fresh round peaches in their hands as they bit into them in sync, Harry's left arm locked around the back of Estella's neck as his smooth fingertips skimmed across her shoulder slowly.

They had been in this position for three hours now, eating fruit, exchanging glances and talking nonsense whilst sipping on mango Arizona, which they had poured straight into wine glasses to make the moment seem aesthetic; which it was. This moment by far had been her favorite, a sense of tranquility and nakedness to it that made her feel like she could speak her mind about anything, be anyone she wanted to be. And Harry didn't mind her passion for serenity. He loved this side of her, even loved how open she was to him now that they've talked about their problems and continued to make progress. It was all he ever wanted; all they needed.

"What's your favorite scenery?" She asked him, Harry staring at her as she focused on rolling a blunt.

"Um, I would say-winter mountains."

"Why?"

"I like white?" He breathed out a laugh. "It's a sign of purity and serendipity. I don't know, I think I just really admire the sight. I enjoy having peace, and with mountains, you feel you're above the world and your closer to the sun to feel the warmth. Scream out problems-just have the ultimate silence to yourself and the only thing you hear, or feel, is the breeze." He finishes, an eminent smile on his face and she couldn't help but brush her hand across his jaw, making her way to his hair and massaging his scalp.

"That's beautiful."

"Yeah," he quietly chuckled, gaze dropping to the floor. "What about you? What's your favorite scenery?"

"If being honest, the jungle," she states. "I don't know, it's just the idea of it brings me a sense of serenity. I often dream about it, lying on the freshly watered grass while staring up at the opaque sky with all the pretty clouds. The sound of crickets and any other animal just brings me to a closed-off space from the world and its chaos. I've always been a forest girl, and always had dreams about it since I was a little Star."

He laughed at that, that beautiful majestic gleam still on her face. "Oh, and the waterfalls, man I love waterfalls."

She paused for a second or so, cheeks sucking inward before puffing out clouds of vapor, closing her eyes as Harry scooted behind her and pulled her flat to his chest, both looking forward as he wrapped his arms around her waist, Estella getting the chance to run her small fingers over his buff arms.

"When I was little, right," a big smile came on her face. "Every time I would go shopping with my mom, she would buy the giant gallon of Deer Park water, and for some odd reason, I always loved the picture on it. Of the waterfall and trees behind the deer. I asked my mom could I rip the picture off and one time she asked me why and I told her, 'it reminds me of home.' I don't know why I said that but maybe to me the forest was my home, and I was just a little pretty girl who wanted to go on an adventure and claim it as my kingdom. I remember gluing every picture from every bottle right on my adventure journal for safekeeping. My dad was like, '¿​Porqué haces eso​, Star?' and I always told him, 'it makes me feel safe.' As a young girl, you dream of having so many big things, but I wasn't like everyone else. I only wanted to be alone, own the jungle and be a wilderness queen."