With your body next to mine
Our hearts will beat as one
And we set alight
We're afire love
"What is this place?" She asked, drawing in a huge breath.
I had to fight the urge to be close enough to her to breathe in the air she exhaled.
"My father showed me this place. We used to come here quite often, when we just wanted to talk about life, and what was going on. Sometimes we'd stay here from sunrise till sunset."
I pushed the door to the small, rickety old house which opened with a loud groan. Stepping inside, I held my hand out to her, gesturing for her to hold it.
She placed her hand in mine, and it fit like a jigsaw puzzle. Her fingers were long and lean, and had just the right amount of softness to them.
Tugging at her hand, I pulled her into the dark house. There was no light; so I pulled my lighter out. I picked up one of the rickety old pieces of wood nearby, and lit the end of it.
The piece of wood, now ablaze, lit the whole house up. I looked to my side to look at Evangeline. When I did, I almost dropped the wood.
The flames were reflected in her eyes, which made them almost quite literally burn with passion. A strand of her hair had come untucked and framed one side of her face perfectly. In the dim lighting, her cheekbones seemed to be carved out of diamond. Her sun-kissed skin seemed to positively glow.
She was the heart and soul of beauty.
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Ashes
Short StoryHer kisses were the only thing that stopped him from smoking. They were infinitely more deathly, addictive and intoxicating than the ebony-coloured ash he loved to exhale.
