Timeless |

15. June 30th, 1940

Just to Clarify: It was a Sunday once again and Beaumont McKinley truly needs to find his ego and get it back. But at this current moment of time and for any time for that matter, he doesn't want it. He rather be a love stricken puppy for the rest of his life.

The mass has ended for another week, and Beaumont is standing near the alter with his best mate, Jordan. He is meant to be listening to his friend talk about his evening with a girl last night but he is to concentrated on the girl across the synagogue.

Her long, blonde, curly hair was up in a ponytail this morning which swishes from side to side as she moved. Her cheeks were red, her eyes slight with excitement. She was breathtakingly stunn-ing. He only wished that she was laughing with him and not the forced arrangement her father wants her to be with.

He wished so desperately that he could just go up to them right now and pull her away. He doesn't know why or when he became so possessive but in a good way of course. He just wants her, and he can also tell that she wants him too.

He sometimes wonders if he had known her in another life and did he love her? Because when he sees her it feels like coming home. No one had or makes him feel more himself than she does. When her hand is in his, it's familiar and safe, like he's known her soul since the beginning of time.

Maybe that's why he feels like he is yearning for her.

"You're staring at her again." Jordan sighs, clamping his hand on Beaumonts shoulder.

He jumps slightly at the impact, turning to his friend. "I'm not." He replied. "Simply just gazed over in a direction and she was there."

"Then why was that look on your face?"

"What?" He asked. "What look?"

"You look a certain way when you see her." "He informs Beaumont who widens his eyes. "You look at her and it's like you're staring at the scenery."

"And?"

Jordan looks down, shaking his head at his friends idiocy. "You like sceneries." He stated, looking back up. "You're in love with her." He remarks. His voice is soft and declaring.

"I-no- I'm not. What do you mean?" Beau asked, blushing, even though he knows what his friend is talking about. Could he be?

"I mean that you love her, like the way the moon looks at the sun. Like for the first time in your life you feel warmth."

Beaumont didn't reply to his friend, he simply gazed back over in her direction. He catches her eyes, a flutter in his stomach at the soften look she sends his way. He smiles lowly, but most days now he does find himself smile a little more when she is around.

And that thought along with his friends words made him realise that he might possibly be in love with Evelyn Hawthorne. That without even trying she made his life better. She is the light that is finally bringing him home.

Is this a sign from the heavens?

He desperately wants to let her look into his mind so that she would see how in love he supposedly is with her. He believes she is his world and he wants to spend every day for the rest of his life proving that to her.

For as long as the sun and moon shall endure.

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