The Love Story Of A Thousand Years

Where to Start!

"Aw Reevie! Stooop!" Reeve looks into Finley's eyes. "Baaaby you love me." Finley eyes him and nods. "Yeah, you're right." Reeve takes Finley's hand in his own, looks down and smiles.

~~~REEVE POV~~~

The dust spirals in the air, visible in the bright sunlight. The shadows dance back and forth on the bedspread beneath us.

I'm irrevocably in love with Finley. But I know nothing about her past and I'm not sure if she'll tell me about it...

~~flashback~~

...You'll never be loved, you no good piece of shit. This is why your father left us. *scoffs* I've always hated you...

Reeve traces circles along Finley's hand and looks down at the floor.

"You love me right, Finley?" Finley slaps him gently on the cheek. "How dare you say that! Of course I do!"

Finley stands up and and brings him in. "Oh honey." Finley pats on his back and a tear comes from Reeve and he whimpers a tiny bit. He's hurting.

"I know that you do. It's just that I doubt myself and everyone else sometimes. And for that I'm sorry."

Finley looks at him. "Don't be sorry sweetheart. It's alright." Reeve looks up and smiles. "What would I do without you, Finley?? Wanna go get ice cream? All this nonsense talk has me hungry...." Reeve can never get food off of his mind. Ever.

Finley snorts. "Hah, of course babe!I'll beat you to the car!" Finley hops off the bed, quite awkwardly might I add, runs down the stairs and grabs the keys off the counter, running out the door and to the car. Reeve grabs something else off the adjacent counter. He isn't far behind and almost beats Finley, but he is far enough behind that he earns passenger seat of the small, white Ford Fusion. "C'mon Finley! You always drive!" He huffs and crosses his arms, sitting back in his seat.

"Well, get faster!" Finley says and chuckles lightly, starting up the engine and backing out of the driveway of the small suburban house.