❝ I'M UNGLUED, THANKS TO YOU, AND IT'S LIKE SNOW AT THE BEACH; WEIRD BUT FUCKING BEAUTIFUL ❞
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i lay on his bed, my left hand drawing invisible circles on suna's scalp, through his hair. he lays, on his front, on top of me with his arms wrapped around my torso and his head on my stomach. my right hand rests on his shoulder blade.
a long time had passed. i'm not sure how long, but i was simply just enjoying the moment. suna had a calm playlist on in the background and his speakers vibrated the floor every now and then. we didn't speak, we didn't move.
we just laid there. we laid with each other and just listened to the music.
it was dark outside now, and i turn my head to look out of the window. all i could see was a few street lamps illuminating the world outside. a part of the planet completely separate to the moment we were in, right now. there's a smile tugging at my lips, and i welcome it gladly. nothing could ever make me trade a moment like this.
my fingers have ceased their movement, while i've been thinking. i feel suna pull out an arm from underneath me and tap my hand, softly, that now just sits in his hair. i laugh, lightly, and grant his request.
for a moment, i look at him. well, the back of his head, but it was all i needed to feel my brain explode with serotonin, and for my stomach to flutter. i'd never thought that i could get this lucky, this early on in life. being able to say that the boy i'm with is the one i want to marry - and know that the feeling is mutual - is not something i expected to be able to admit at the age of 19. it was surreal.
suna repositions his head, and as he lifts it he catches my eye briefly. he double takes, settling his eyes on mine. "what are you looking at?" he wrinkles his nose at me, in feign disgust.
"the ugliest beast i've ever met." i fire back at him, and he relaxes his face, then shrugs.
"well then it's good thing i've got my beauty right here to make me pretty, again." he was quick with his response, almost making me think that he had been waiting for me to say that to him.
instead of placing his head back down, he uses his now free hand to lift up the hem of my shirt, slightly. when there's enough of my skin visible he starts to litter my stomach with gentle kisses. i close my eyes, relishing the feeling of such an intimate, yet innocent, gesture. he places one last kiss, making it a long one, and then pulls my shirt back down.
"have you ever thought about how strange it is that we're in this situation?" he asks me the question, completely out of the blue and i can't help the confusion on my face. he notices, and props himself up on his elbows, his hands taking hold of my waist from either side. "you said so yourself when this all first started: we're complete opposites."
he was right on that one. the two of us couldn't be more different. the only thing we really shared was our taste in music - but even that was somewhat limited. he wore all black, chains and carried himself nonchalantly. the only time you'd see emotion on his face was when he was judging someone. he liked to keep to himself, and he preferred to spend time either with people he already knew or on his own.
and then you'd take a look to his side, at the girl holding his hand. i wear bright colours, light jewellery, and do my makeup everyday - no matter the occasion. i couldn't stop from engaging in conversations, unable to contain my joy over a conversation i was passionate about. i was incapable of stopping my face from showing my feelings, and i liked to meet new people.
we've only been together a handful of months, yet, but none of those differences have ever posed a problem.
"it is weird." i agree with him, brushing a part of his hair out of his face. "but it's also beautiful."
"like snow on the beach." he replies, and i smile at the image, nodding along.
"like snow on the beach."
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obvs first one was gonna be ab ml suna
i miss making edits so i will be satisfying that urge by making something for each person i write about🤭
