If We Last | ✓

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It was a beautiful summer day.

The air around her was filled with nature's melodies. Birds chirping, wind rustling the leaves, maybe even a dancing peacock somewhere in the distance. Just your typical sunny morning; a happy one at that.

So, needless to say - our protagonist was in a rather splendid mood. She flung her magenta backpack onto her shoulder (her purple binder slightly sticking out) and went along her merry way, all the way to school.

But that - dear reader, is not the slightest of point.

No.

The issue at hand is one that is of great magnitude. In fact, it was this very jolly good day that she had met her doom.

She didn't die, of course (otherwise this entire book would be rather pointless) but she had done something much, much worse.

She saw him.

It was not love at first sight, no - not at all. In fact, he seemed rather inconsequential at first. His brown hair, tanned skin and lanky frame were not exactly enticing to the eye.

The only things she did notice though, would become her muse for years to come.

His hazel eyes.

They were probably the only thing even remotely special about him, she'd discovered. He was introverted, shy and rather boring to hold a conversation with. Simple, like jeans and a T-shirt at an aristocratic ball. Simple, like the nickname of anyone who has more than three syllables in their own. Simple, like a math problem without the alphabet thrown into the mixture.

Oh, how she underestimated simplicity.

If only she had known, that a few months later, the same boy would sit behind her desk in class. That they would talk - that he would talk, so much that something inside her would want to talk some more.

That days would turn to weeks, weeks would turn to months and one single conversation would be the end of all peace.

~⭐~

"Tell me!" he'd said, eyes curious.

"..no."

"But you have to! Everybody else knows.."

She paused, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Okay," she smirked, "But only if you tell me yours."

He paused, thinking for a moment.

"..okay."

She smiled.

"Okay then.." she dragged, stopping once more for dramatic effect.

"..him."

He frowned.

"What about yours?" she asked.

"..."

"..you."

And that very day, the poems began.

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'If we last..' the dark inked words stained her diary's fair white paper.

'beauty wouldn't be so far away,

I'd see it in you everyday,

This universe its games forever will play,

We'll dance like the stars and find our way.

☆~☆~☆