Memory
"Hi, Millie." Noah said with a smile, kissing her cheek. Millie raised her head. She smiled, but not as big.
"Hey Noah." her voice was coarse. She stared at the waves, watching it as it threw itself back and forth towards the shore.
"What's your problem now, Milster?" he tried to lighten the mood. "Erm.." her voice dragged on unconsciously, her tongue sticking to the letter 'm'.
"Is this about Beverly?"
Millie pursed her lips as a bitter taste settled. But she wasnt confused with her emotions, she knew what was really troubling her at the moment.
"Its.. its not her." there was certainty in her voice. "It's about something else."
Noah furrowed his brows. "I see. Mind sharing it?"
She hugged her knees closer to her chest, feeling the sand graze against her skin as she moved. "Its surprisingly about us.." her voice trailed off.
The sea breeze started to rub against her exposed arm. Noah tried to intertwine their fingers, but she softly moved them away.
A pang of pain stroke Noah, even if was as simple as that. "Oh," he said shortly, inching away. "What is it then?"
They were two opposites, one word, nine letters ; different.
But despite that, why had Noah always fell for her? Why had he been always eager to be given the chance to save her, to be her oxygen that would let her breathe when she was out of air? Why had he always been the one to stand as savior.. when maybe there was a part of him who needed a little saving as well?
"We've been friends for the longest time, you have been my refuge in my worst moments.." her hair flipped in the wind. Noah's eyes softened. "But somehow, I've had this feeling that you dont do the saving for the friendship," she managed. "You do it because you like the idea of saving someone."
His gaze fell to the sand, his hair also being blown by the breeze. There was a moment of silence that lingered between them, the air tightening. "I.." he stammered. "That's not true."
Millie bit her lip to hold back tears. "I've always been different between everyone. Its always me who seems to be the villain, the antagonist." she bit her lip to prevent the sob escaping her lips but she failed.
She stood up, her bare feet pressing into the wet sand. "I.. I've said too much." she whispered.
He was left with a broken heart, a confused mind, and a helpless soul. It was funny how they broke easily, how they simply crumbled. He didnt even get the chance to say something, the chance to prove that what she said was wrong. But as she walked away, he felt the sense of truth in her words.
;
His lips pressed against hers as he breathed into her mouth. His eyes were open and shocked as her lips were like soft, supple cushions. Her lips still tasted like a strawberry fruit balm.
"What the-"
She gasped for air hungrily, pushing Finn to the ground. "Ow-"
"What were you doing to me, you bastard!" she said while hitting him repeatedly. She kicked and punched, but Finn tried to block her blows.
"You were drowning, and I was there saving you. I'd expect a more grateful tone," he said while brushing the wet hair from his face. Millie openes her lips but closed them, as if having second thoughts.
"Well, whatever. That's not an excuse to kiss me!" she hissed. Finn smirked. "If not for that kiss, you'd be dead."
The difference between them is clearly evident, there is an undeniable flame that seems to be present. This flame keeps each burning, passionate and alert.
Lame, i know. Sorry if I disappointed you. :( anyways, im homeee! hehe. been cramming this. gonna update the next chapter asap. love you! please vote and comment your ideas on this. if you have suggestions for the plot, let me check if i can whatsoever add it. thanks for the endless support! read "in between" (imma try to publish 0.9 today but if not, tomo) and "take a chance" by claire. She's in Singapore atm. 💞
