She was so perfect, a shadow switching from light to dark. She would whisper sweet things in my ear, kiss my cheek and run up to me for a hug. She sat down in the grass with me and talked about her childhood and her dreams.
We had not even known each other for even five hours, but it felt as though we had known each other for our whole lives. She was wildly honest with me and for the first time, I opened up to someone. I told her about how I wanted to write a novel and travel the world. As the sunset, she scooted closer to me so that I could smell the sweet intoxicating scent of vanilla that was always around when she was.
As the stars came out, we named them after our favorite characters from books and we kissed as the night wore on. She smiled and playfully kissed my cheek. She told me that when she was a child, she tried to catch moonbeams in a jar so that she could always have their beauty with her. I told her about everything and she told me so many things about her. I felt like she was the one. I knew that I would never find a girl like her ever again and I knew I needed to hold onto her tight and never let go.
She took my hand and we danced in the beautiful moonlight that shined down on us, and only us.
It felt as though we were the only two people in the whole world. For the first time in my life I felt like nothing could hurt me. I felt like I was invincible to everything. I wanted this feeling to never end.
The campus looked so different at night, so different with her. It felt like I had nothing in the world to worry about.
We lied down on my blanket in the grass and stared at the stars. I saw that she had fallen asleep and I whispered I love you to her. I hoped that she had heard me because I really meant it.
When I awoke as the sun shined on my face and the ground wet with dew. I sat up and smelled the now familiar vanilla on the blanket, but she was no where to be found. The jacket I had given her to wear the night before was folded and laid next to me. I could smell her on it, too and I felt my throat tighten and my eyes begin to water.
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Whispered Nothings
ContoThis is a short story and don't judge it too much. Well, yeah, I hope you like it.