Sweet Texan Melody (Completed.)

My only friend, the end.

The phone began to ring, causing my thoughts to run away into the depths of my mind. I looked at the phone and began to ask myself whether I should answer or ignore everything. This wasn't me. I couldn't let these terrible feelings get the best of me. I wiped my tears away with my dainty hands and sat up, turning on the lamp and picking up the phone. I smiled, as if the person who had called me was right in front of me. Perhaps faking a smile could make my weary voice sound more cheery. My hands trembled slightly as my breathing began to slow down, "Hello?" I mumbled underneath my breath.

"Hey..." The voice on the other side replied quietly, that low drawly voice sent shivers down my spine. It was Michael.

My Michael.

Without a warning, my eyes began to fill with tears. I wanted him close to me, so I could bury my face on his chest and entwine our fingers together. So I could hear his lovely whispers, mumbling away sweet nothings that made my tummy have that funny feeling.

"Meet me at the park in five minutes." He said, his voice sounding almost emotionless. "I need to see you."

The word 'need' made me feel giddy. He needs to see me...needs.

"I uh...alright." I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly before I hung up.

My mind was clouded with question, did he know I was moving? Did he know that perhaps I'll never get to see him again?

I stood up and got dressed as quietly as I could, Slipping on a black skirt and a baby blue shirt, tucking it inside the skirt gently as I bit my lip gently to keep from crying once more. Too many emotions had rushed into me in such a short amount of time, it was difficult to bare.

Once I was finished, I sat on my bed and glanced down at my hands, my fingers trembled uncontrollably. Why was I so afraid? We had only known each other for a few months. This is not one of those fairytales, happy endings aren't real.

I pulled myself together and walked out of my room quietly, walked down the stairs carefully for it was quite dark and the last thing I needed was a broken arm. I walked to the living room and slipped on my flats, so far, nobody was awake in my house.

I walked to the door and quietly opened it before rushing outside and closing the door again in the most delicate way I could. My eyes glanced up at the sky, the only light outside was the big moon. It was a hole of light being accompanied by smaller holes of light, the stars. I wondered if perhaps the sky was made out of paper, and with all the thoughts and dreams one has, they poke their way through sky to reveal the light behind it. What a silly thought.

The breeze was a little bit cold, but I didn't mind so much. Cold weather was my favorite, specially when you have someone twice as big as you to shield you from the coldness. I smiled. A few minutes went by and I made my way to the nearby park, and there I saw my towering Texan standing next to a bench. Walking closer, the breeze blew some more, the air filling up with his scent. He smelled like home, like I belonged there.

"Hi..." I said quietly, almost sounding like a whisper.

He turned around, his eyes seeming to light up at the sight of me. My problems ran away once I made eye contact with those brown eyes. Ive made eye contact with several brown eyes before, but his had a special twinkle. Several untold stories resided there, and it was alluring. He was a mystery to me.

An alluring mystery to me.
A puzzle,
A sweet Texan melody.

"Hey..." He mumbled back, immediately pulling me into a warm hug. Just what I needed. I slowly felt all the broken pieces of myself glue back together slowly as I drowned myself within his warm embrace.

I pulled apart quickly and cupped his face, pulling his down gently to kiss him. His lips were like heaven. I always loved how his lower lip was more pillowy than the upper one. If kissing was poetry, he'd be reciting Shakespeare. If kissing was art, he'd be Vincent Van Gogh.

I lost track of time as our lips did a cosmic dance upon each other. I felt as I could elevate and fly away. I felt as if anything was possible, absolutely anything. We pulled apart after a few minutes, his eyes stilled focused on me before I glanced down at my shoes.

"Michael, I'm leaving this place..." I broke the silence, beginning to feel my eyes to drown in tears.

"I know, I know." He said, clearing his throat as he ran a hand through his dark hair in a nervous manner.

"I don't want to go..." I mumbled gently, burying my face in his chest, my tears living their prints on his blue button-down shirt. "I don't wanna...."

"I know, babe...I know. I don't want ya to leave either." He said, keeping his voice steady and calm. I wonder if he was trying to be strong.

"Marianne..." He spoke softly, pulling apart and setting his index finger and thumb under my chin, making me glance up at him. With the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped my tears away and pressed his perfectly-shaped lips against my forehead.

"Yes?"

"Run away with me..."

To be continued....
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This is the last chapter.
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