Stumped.
I've been sitting in this field, hoping that an idea will appear in my mind as I stare at the same blade of grass for several minutes. I sigh and place my head in my hand, resting my elbow on my knee as I cross my legs. As I'm trying to find an idea for my new book, I remember Elaine, and how she first kissed me here. She was a gem. She was my cute little bouncy gem, and I lost her when she moved away about a year after the kiss. She sent no letters. I never saw her or heard of her again. I never kissed anyone again.
We were fourteen. We were so young, and should've known better than to be so emotional about it, but at the moment it was my life that was leaving me when she moved, and the emotions I felt in the spur of the moment scarred me for life.
I'm twenty-one. Elaine is too; assuming she's even still alive. What if something happened and I'll never know?
I fell back onto the grass, then held my pencil an arm's length from my face, gazing at the slender wooden utensil. I gripped each end of the pencil and snapped it down the middle, tossing it aside, then closing my eyes and letting myself drift to sleep.
It was a dreamless sleep, and I didn't even realize that I had drifted out of consciousness until I heard a voice ask, "Jayden?"
My head snapped up and my eyelids shot open. "Hmm?" I mumbled, squinting in the afternoon sun up at a freckle-covered, grinning face, framed with ginger hair. I gathered my papers together and stood quickly, gripping them and smiling slightly. "Sorry dear, can I help y - "
Wait.
Memories played back in my mind. Memories of spending my childhood with the girl standing in front of me.
"Elaine," I whispered, dropping my papers and wrapping her in a hug. "I haven't seen you in - "
"Seven years!" she finished. "I came back for you, Jay!" she exclaimed, then cleared her throat. "Unless you're taken."
"What?"
Elaine shrugged. "I never actually moved on from you." She forced a laugh. "It's stupid, you've probably been in countless relationships since I left - "
I pressed my finger to her lips, then slowly moved it away and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I would never..." I thought aloud, then gazed into her eyes.
They were the same as they had been when we were kids.
"Are we still red?" she asked. I didn't answer, I just kissed her.
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RED
RomanceImagine trying to describe color. That's what Jayden does when she falls in love with Elaine, a girl who is colorblind. It seems to be fate that they met, until Elaine has to move away due to her father's job. Years later, the two are left alone, ne...
