𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

"Whenever you miss me just remember you had me and I wasn't enough"

-Himanshi Verma

576 days earlier

"Arthur, you put me down right this second!" Lily yelled. He continued to spin her in his arms.

"Never, I shall never let you go my Lily. Always and forever, I shall keep you in my arms." He laughed and continued to spin her. "I'll always protect you."

The meadow's overgrown grass grazed his legs as he continuously spun her in circles.

The meadow was a tonic of wilderness longing to be felt.

Dawn was dawning onto them. The flowers glistened in the lonely claws and blades of grass.

The Queen of the Meadow dancing in the arms of a man.

Her arms tightly clasped his neck as she buried her head into the crook of his neck and squealed.

This. This was paradise. This was what he ached for, ever since they were silly little teenagers without a clue of what would happen.

This is what kept him up at the middle of the night. The thought of her could bring a smile to his face.

She was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. He would've married her right that second if he could.

He set her down back onto her feet and lovingly looked into her eyes.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He asked, grinning ear to ear.

"Like I'm the only one to exist. That I'm the one thing in the world that matters."

His smile faltered for a moment but came back stronger. He was sure of himself.

"Lily. When I look at you, I fear everything is a dream. As if nothing is real. I look at you and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."

She longingly looked into his eyes and for a second, he believed she loved him as much as he loved her.

"Would you do anything for me?" She teasingly questioned, testing him.

"Anything at all. I'm yours." She smiled at that. And for a moment you could notice the tips of her smile were downward.

He didn't notice just yet. And he would regret that for a long time to come.