Woke up with nothing but everything, thoughts of you running though my mind, my body that's memorized all your movements and I sigh because once gone it's never going to come back easily. Love doesn't come in a blink of an eye but built on trust, cheesy lines we laugh at, the secret moments and private jokes that only we know. That smile with your eyes meeting mine, I know you save for my eyes only, the way we connect is so special, but can't be afforded to break, not after I rebuilt it with much affection, it's easy to be in love but after it's hard to return with friendship. What's left to say shall be left unsaid, no confusion or worry with time.
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Seria's Pov
I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I always aimlessly walked about, that is until I had met Lysander, he inspired me to write, take picures, and to sing, he had given me his number so we could meet up again, by the time I had reached home, I called and texted him, just to let him know I was home, and that I really wanted to talk with him and see him again, and so this continued on for about a few weeks and finally I had worked up to courage to ask him to show me his private studio. He was so artistic, so often we had gone to each others houses talking, showing the other our art like we've known each other for many, many years. I had begun to feel so safe and comfortable around him. I think I've begun to develop feelings for him, he calmed me for some strange reason and yet we never really went into detail about our lives except for hobbies. He told me to be his assistant, to help him do various things and I would get paid, I agreed because I didn't know what I wanted to do yet. I felt so useless because I had never found a purpose, I could do anything I wanted, multiple companies have heard of me and tried seeking me out. I had worked for a week and then quit, like I always did, I told them, 'if this doesn't appeal to me within a week I will quit' and so it was a trial. I had worked for multiple law firms, banks, interior design... anything you could imagine, and I excelled at it, I excelled anything, and gave the quickest results in a week. I was a goddess of luck, so I was nicknamed, but it was all boring, only Lysander had brought colour into my life. I didn't know why, I had such an affinity to him, he was my angel perhaps, to save me from going insane. I rather liked the artisic side of me and so I began to do what ever Lys would tell me to help him with. He hated being called Lys though, I thought it was cute. I really wanted to embrace him, but I had already done so today, he'd let me everytime I saw him, and that was sweet. He was the older brother I never had... although my body seemed to crave more.
Lysander's Pov
Everything about Seria was perfect, although she showed her faults only in front of me, that's what she'd say, I couldn't help but want her in my arms. Her soft body melted into mine like it was meant to fit, her small frame of 5' 6 was just right, and her eyes were emerald green but in the sun showed a tint of hazel. Her hair was a sandy milk chocolate brown and smelt like lavender and rose. I'd let her hug me because I felt like I needed to support this worn girl of 23. She'd been though so much, I wanted to love her and kiss those pains away but I couldn't because we'd barely talk about our personal lives and just talk about art. It was hard to control myself around her but I'd do anything to keep her from getting hurt again. I had done so many hidden pictures of her when she'd had turned, and painted her from memory. I'd get her to be my model, and we'd talk for even more hours until I was done, we would sing together and just enjoy each others company. We felt safe in each others company and sometimes we held hands. I was confused when I thought about it, I wanted to confront her soon, she had to be mine, there was no way she wasn't a miracle. That day when I had lost my grandparents who raised me, I became an orphan when both my parents abandoned me, fled to different countries and they had willingly and lovingly given me whatever I wanted, and in turn I pleased them with my artistic abilities. It was quite sad to find out neither wanted me but I still grew up fine, trying to make the best out of everything. I couldn't wait for her to meet them. Seria is my god-given goddess.
Lysander & Seria's thoughts
We belong together. I just know it.
