Stormy P.O.V-
The light drops of rain hitting my cheeks only informing my that there is worse to come, the air almost getting colder my only suggestion was the idea of storm. Something that i may slightly just be a tad scared reckless of. Even the thought alone sending a shiver down my spine, making me to latch tighter onto Michael's cold body.
"Are you okay" he hums not even out of breathe from the half an hour straight walk while carrying me, I give a small nod, before pressing my head into the crook of his neck. Do you ever feel when you know it's getting cold and a storm is about to spark, you become sleepy. All that you can think of is a movie night cuddled in a pillow fought with hot chocolate and a cuddle buddy... Animal or human?
Well that's me I guess, "Are you getting tired?" I quickly question Michael causing him to chuckle
"If you're implying that i'm tired from carry you. No i'm not. Or if you mean that i'm tired of walking. I'm not ether because i'm like walking." He states in the manner of getting his point across and I nods. The silence creeps between us, the only thing fighting it away; our unison heart beats.
It's times like this, something that makes me feel something so emotional and happy. Over all my life, nobody, no individual has ever had such a strong power over me. It's indescribable, it's draining it's confusing and painful occasionally but it gives me hope, it gives me love and I finally feel safe- I finally feel I've started living.
I would never change this feeling.
