she was leaning against a blue cupboard with the paint slowly peeling off. wearing denim dungarees and a white shirt belonging to him, there were a few paint streaks across her arms, cheeks and legs. but her mouth was flowing her melodious laughter, filling the air with warmth and life.
beside her was Forrest, grinning as he held a paintbrush dripping with thick blotches of paint. they stared at eachother, before he leaned in to kiss her. but she dodged swiftly, pulling herself up as she dived headfirst out of the window. rolling into the back garden, Faye raced towards the great oak tree before climbing on the branches.
Forrest followed her, laughing as he grabbed hold of her ankle. she smiled, kicking his grip off before landing at a branch. Forrest sat beside her, and wrapped his large arms around her small frame as he pulled her closer. she rested her head on his shoulder, and idly swung her legs.
"can sick people love?" he asked, breaking the silence. Faye wasn't the least surprised, he always broke silences with questions strange as that.
"sick people can love" she replied, her heart racing as he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"why do you say that" he whispered in a croaked voice, fingers lacing tightly over her hand. she gripped his hand back, and fought the urge to cry on his shoulder.
"because were sick. but were in love"
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never let me go
Romanceforrest was a cynical guy with messed up moral values. he thinks society is vulgar because it has blurred it's concept of beauty. until he met a girl wearing ballet shoes and a knitted jumper at the coffee shop with the same values.
