Eternal Melody

Unspoken choices

Anna sat at the table, her hands wrapped around the warm coffee cup, staring at John like he was unreal. He was sitting across from her, his greenish-blue eyes catching the morning light in the most mesmerizing way. His wavy, messy brunette hair fell perfectly over his forehead, having just come out of the shower, and he hadn't even brushed it yet. His jawline was sharp but softened by the gentleness of his expression. Every time he spoke, his voice was like velvet—soft, careful, as if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Even his lips, slightly curved in a half-smile, were enough to make her heart race. She couldn't help but take it all in—the way his muscles flexed subtly under his shirt, the strength and tenderness all at once. He was impossible, she thought. He felt out of her league, like someone too perfect to be real.

And yet, there he was, looking back at her with the same intensity. To John, Anna was nothing short of breathtaking. Her blue eyes were as deep as the ocean, filled with a quiet storm of thoughts she wasn't saying out loud. Her wavy, long ginger hair framed her pale skin, giving her an ethereal glow, and her scent—something subtle, sweet, familiar—lingered in the air between them. She was perfect to him, like a melody from a romantic song played at a wedding, something soft, gentle, yet undeniably beautiful. The kind of beauty that made time stop.

John knew it was too soon. I know she's thinking about her boyfriend, he thought, feeling the weight of her internal conflict. But I promise, I'll stay if she wants me to. If she chooses me.

They sat there, sharing their coffee in comfortable silence for a while, then started joking and laughing, like they had the night they met. It was easy, natural, as if nothing complicated lay between them. It felt like time had reversed, like they were back in that first moment, with none of the tension or confusion about what the morning brought.

But as the sun climbed higher in the sky, its heat creeping into the room, Anna sighed and put her cup down. "I should get back to my family," she said, her voice laced with a soft hesitation. "We're having brunch in the city."

John nodded, pretending to be casual, but inside he was dreading the moment she'd leave. "I can drop you off," he offered, his heart skipping when she smiled and said yes. She tried to hide the way her face lit up, but to John, it was like watching a romantic melody come to life, the sweetness of her happiness a song he wanted to hear over and over again.

They moved towards John's room, the air between them filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. Anna stepped into the bathroom while John waited outside, the sound of water filling the space as she took a shower.

He leaned against the doorframe, listening to the water running, his mind racing with thoughts of her. How could someone so wonderful feel so unattainable? He wanted to reach out, to tell her how he felt, but he knew he had to be patient, to let her figure things out on her own.

When Anna emerged, her damp hair a chaotic mess around her shoulders, she didn't hesitate. She walked straight up to him, her lips crashing into his in a deep, intimate kiss. It was more than just desire—it was like everything they hadn't said out loud was being spoken through the touch of their lips. But as much as John wanted to lose himself in it, to let the kiss linger and deepen, he pulled away with a playful smile. "Brunch," he teased softly.

Anna laughed, a light, beautiful sound, her cheeks flushed. "You're right, we should go," she said, but her eyes told a different story—one that held onto the moment just a little longer. She started getting ready, the air between them still thick with everything that hadn't been said.

And as John watched her, all he could think was, If she wants me, I'll be here. I'll wait. But he knew, eventually, she'd have to choose