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10 - sunshower

—ten—

sunshower

SOME WEEKS LATER, Belle and I had taken it into our account to go out and do mostly the things we used to do as our top priorities, save for the sunflowers. Every single opportunity I could get, I made sure to keep tabs on the flowers, barely keeping my emotions in check upon knowing that things were still the same.

I knew for a fact that I had put some standard fertilizers on it or something, just so they would grow but still fuck all. It was awfully frustrating for me to come back empty-handed, and I had to invent any reasons I could think of every time Belle raised the topic to discreetly curve her at all costs.

We also went out to multiple dates as months rolled by; be it movies, going to carnivals, the cliche stuff yet still worthwhile just the same. As for me, though, I guess one of the best damn things that came about was when I had finally managed to drag her cute butt to ride my motorbike with me and went on for a joyride to places that were almost unknown to man. I had received such grateful words right after that when she soon learned that it was actually fun to ride one, making her worthy of being a real thrill-seeker.

Speaking of which, we tried some of the extreme activities that were on tap when we took off for a week-long vacation. The teachers from my school had their annual Rest and Recreation activity, and it was well-timed that I had enough money in my bank account to last us for a one-off trip. Belle all but ran for miles on end when I stood at her doorstep with two flight tickets on hand one afternoon.

Moreover, we immediately tried the zip line, bungee jumping, parasailing and of sorts—it was a balls-out good shit experience. And trust me, it was honestly way epic than all the parties I had turned up to, even though Heusaff's raves were undoubtedly legendary thus far.

Our vacation was as good as a newly wed honeymoon and saying I was happy would be an understatement. Smiling wasn't a hobby, but with Belle, particularly all those days, it was an expression I was fast becoming accustomed to.

Days passed in a nice manner, and then I suddenly had wanted to take Belle back to the lofty building that somehow sealed the start of our relationship and everything that trussed it up.

When I remembered about this particular annual event in town, the idea clicked in a snap, and so I now found myself covering Belle's eyes with my huge hands as I stood behind her, leading the way towards the rooftop's perimeter.

"If this is going to be a prank, I will shove my fist down your throat!" Belle bellowed as she had taken things with a grain of salt, just like how it was about riding a motorbike.

"Take it easy, babe. It's not, trust me," I assured, just as she finally retracted her arm that was clutching around my wrist with a vice-like grip.

She breathed out an amused sigh. "Cross your heart?"

"Cross my heart," I replied, and now that the time ticked to eight in the evening, I quickly removed my hands from her face. "Surprise."

The fireworks then exploded, and I watched her dragged a sharp air as she tipped her chin up, the glow of sparks contrasting her face in different luminous colors. "Oh, my god. They're so beautiful."

I grinned at her, even if she wasn't staring back at me. "You like it?"

"Yes." Her eyes glowed, so it came as no surprise when the night became all the more pleasing. Beaming at me, she tiptoed as she slowly sunk her fingertips through my hair, sealing my lips with a kiss.

It was short, simple, and sweet; the kind where no words were spoken yet carried a lot of weight. Belle drew back mere seconds later, and she caught my gaze, a bright smile glossing her lips. My heart was marginally beating a mile a minute while she brushed her thumbs across my cheeks. "I love you," she said gently that was almost a whisper.