¿ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟ? ✰𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩 𝕋𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝟙-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

✰. 4

My Love Mine All Mine

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You sat down on the swing chair of the balcony that over looked the view of the beach and its waters. You and Alex were at an Airbnb just to have some time by yourselves. Of course, that didn't mean you could stop making lyrics for your own music. So, there you sat on the swinging chair, basking under the light of the full moon with a small black notebook in hand with a pen. You sat there for hours (it was like fifteen minutes) and yet nothing came to mind. You didn't know what to write about. You closed your journal and just stared at the waves and how they crashed to the rocks of the shore.

The sound of a sliding door snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw Alex with very dishevelled hair. You chuckled, "What's up with you?"

He tried to smooth out his hair with his hands, "I almost went to sleep."

"But?" You questioned.

"But then I felt your weren't there."

You smiled at his words, "So kind of you to remember me when you were about to knock out. In all seriousness Alex, you can go to sleep. I'll be inside after a few minutes."

He shook his head and leaned against the frame, "It's not the same without you. Besides, what are you doing out here? It's kind of cold."

Now that he mentions it, it was cold. The ocean breeze racked your body with a shiver but you did your best to hide it. He watched and went back inside. Not even a minute later, he came back to the balcony with a blanket from the bed. Parts of the blanket dragged across the wooden floor as he made his way towards you. He picked you up slightly and shifted you so he could sit down. He placed your legs over his lap and brought you in closer by your waist. Once close enough, he pulled the blanket over the both of you and gave your cheek a sweet kiss.

He took notice of the journal in your hands and got curious, "What are you doing with it? Are you going to write something new?"

"That was the plan," you shrugged, "I can't seem to think of anything though."

He hummed at that. "Well... what do you want to write about?"

"I don't even know myself," you opened the journal and skimmed through the many blank and a couple of written pages.

Another hum. He looked up from the little book and examined his surroundings. Side to side, up down up down. He put his arm around your shoulder and gave another kiss to your cheek. "Why don't you write about the moon?" He fixed your hair from the slightly breeze and then fixed his.

You slightly chuckled, "I think it would be too cheesy. I would love to, but I don't think I will be good at it."

"You never know if you don't try." His words became slightly slurred from sleep. He leaned slightly against you and brought the blanket even closer. His eyes closed from the warmth, but he still remained awake.

"Right..." An idea popped in your mind, "Let's say, if you were to confess anything to the moon... what would you tell the it?"

He lightly peeled his eyes open and thought. "I would tell it... I would tell it that you are my most important person."

You interrupted him slightly as you opened your notebook and wrote quick notes, "How so?"

He didn't mind the interruption and continued to explain his answer, "Well, you showed me many things. How to love others, myself. You showed me what my heart was worth. I could go on forever, but I don't think I would have enough time in the world."

"Okay," you rolled your eyes at the cheesyness of the situation. I opened to a blank page and started plotting first. His eyes moved with the pen and looked at what you was writing.

He stared long at the words and started to laugh. "Do you even know what you're writing? It looks like chicken scratches," he tried to read it once more, but gave up.

Your writing only looked like that because you were writing fast and didn't want to lose any ideas. You finished the idea with a period and admired your work. "It's like a hidden language."

He took the little journal from your hands and flipped through the pages. He saw even worse handwriting, just pen strokes that look like waves. Not even pharmacists would be able to read this diabolical mess. "Yeah, no kidding," his head hurt from just looking at it.

"You should see my chemistry notes way back from school then," You offer with a smile. Your notes from Chem class were ATROCIOUS.

"No, I wanna live." He flipped back to the page you finished writing on and gave it back to you. "I wanna see how you decode this mess."

I shook my head, "Respectfully, it's not a mess."

With a sigh, he leaned back against the netting of the swing chair and pulled you back as well, "Respectfully, it is." He brought his hands around your waist and placed his head on your shoulder as he watched you write more neater notes underneath your doctor's writing.

The two stayed there, underneath the face of the full moon and joked from time to time. Alex mostly helped you out when you appeared stuck on words. Nonetheless, it was a lovely peaceful time. He kept on asking for you to sing some lines, but you denied. He sighed in defeat and just rested himself against you as you continued to write. He closed his eyes and to you it looked like he was asleep. He was. You looked down at the almost complete lyrics. Something was missing though.

You nudged him a couple times before he woke up and grumbled. "Alex, I need your help."

"Hm?" He rubbed his eyes for a moment before you passed him the journal. "Uh, let's see." He mumbled the words and found the spot that needed something. He seemed stuck as well and looked to the moon for a helping hand.

"I wanted to add what you said. How I showed you what your heart was worth." I added just so he can get an understanding of what the song needed.

That seemed to get him to get his cogs working again. "Let me think." He stared at the bright object in the night sky and hummed random things, trying to find something that could work well with what you had on the paper.

You stayed patient and looked at the sky as well. Alex stopped humming and slowly brought his eyes to her. Slowly, in a tired voice, he sang, "My baby, here on earth," he took a short pause to recall his memory. "Showed me what my heart was worth," a quick glance to the side, "So, when it comes to be my turn..." He brought his hand to her cheek and his eyes became droopy with lovesick look, "Could you shine it down here for her?"

You stared at him as he sang the last bit of your song in a quiet voice. "Those words were..." You found it hard to explain how you felt. His words were beyond amazing. "I love you," was all you could say.

He laughed and brought his lips to your cheek, muttering an 'I love you too'. "You might want to write those down, before we both forget."

"Right," You nodded and started to write quickly again. Again, he watched over your shoulder and the moment you wrote the last letter, he closed the book from your hands and picked you up with the blanket. He stood in the middle of the balcony with you in his arms, "Now, we can sleep right? I don't think my eyes can stay open any longer."

You held onto the blanket and put your arms over his shoulders. "Yes, we can go to sleep now." You looked at the bright moon one last time before Alex takes you inside, closes the door and calls it a night.

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