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Under the stars

I was still running at this point. I had this anticipation in my head to see him. Even though we only met since yesterday, I feel like we are so much closer. It's almost like I'm a transparent wall and he can immediately see right through me. Unexpectedly, I hear a voice cry for help in the distance. It sounded kinda masculine and horrifying. I pace faster and faster; this sounded like someone who really needed my help. As my thoughts scattered across my mind, I realized that I finally made it to my destination. Ron's figure was under the shade; he was laying on the grass. I wasn't sure what he was exactly doing, but as I walked closer, I was astonished at what appeared on his face. He had a deep cut on his forehead as if a rabid animal tore his face. "Ron!!!" I screamed as I sat down to comfrot him. He was breathing slowly ,as I tore a piece of my t-shirt and tied it around his head. His shaggy hair was covering the cloth and his emerald eyes were squinting. "Olivia...you...you...came..." He softly whispered. "Yeah, what happened?" I questioned as i rubbed his cheek. "I was looking for flowers for you and I fell in a bush....I wish so I wasn't so clumsy..." He murmured. I looked in his dramatic eyes of emerald and saw pain through his eyes. "This is all my fault..maybe we should've met somewhere else.." I complained under the moonlight. "No Olivia...this is perfect." He whispered as he sat up. I don't get it. How could he be so positive in this situation? That's when I heard Ron chuckle while I was browsing through my thoughts. He then started to move his face closer to mine; my heart was dancing and it wouldn't stop. "What's on your mind Olivia?", He questioned as his fingers ran through my hair," I really want to know." His embrace for me was clear enough to see. I had to tell him how I felt. "Ron I know we just met ,but..I think I really like you.." I emptied out as I looked down with defeat. At that moment, he lifted my chin and pressed his warm lips against mine. The chilly air was just a memory to me ,because our warmth was all that mattered. As our kiss came to a end, a grin landed on his face.  He grabbed a elegant rose from his pocket, placed it in my lap and slowly whispered in my ear," I really like you too." I looked down at the burgundy rose and smiled alittle. "Ron..this is soo..beautif--" I stated as I looked up only to see that he was gone. That night under the willow felt like a dream; a dream that I wanted to remember for a long time.