At the end of the day we went and sat on the edge of the parking lot. Going home, walking any other path than the one he was taking, didn't feel right. So we sat on the sidewalk, and we sat as close as we possibly could. He had brought music, just to blare into our own empty box, not anyone left expect for us. It was Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd. It wasn't a secret, but it felt like one.
"This song makes my ribs disappear,"
And I knew exactly what he meant. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest. I wanted to fall in, and see nothing but the blackness of his flannel shirt over my eyes till I went blind.
"You're right," I breathed him in.
He smiled. That was the first time I felt like I really knew him. And not what everybody said about him, there was nothing holding me back anymore. He couldn't push against me, I was already in him. I lived there, he was my home.
"Will you dance with me?" I got up and reached for his hand, but I couldn't wait any longer, so I just pulled the collar of his shirt.
He knew what I was doing because his mouth moved onto mine. Our lips were electric. His lips were a ruby red cherry. I felt full and bright and fluorescent. And our kiss was a super nova bursting into the afterlife with all the heat in the universe. I'd never stop. I just hugged him while we kissed, like I couldn't do anything else but be fully in his arms.
I was the one who pulled away, because I felt like I was dying. Or maybe I was being born again.
I rested my forehead against his. He interlocked our fingers, we were gasping for air like two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl.
We replayed the song until the sun went down, and then I played it until I fell asleep when I got home.
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Darling & Foster
Ficção Adolescente"I would kill to be skinny," She would always cross her arms and say. So she did what she said, she went killing, but the only person she was killing, was herself. //COMPLETED//
