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HEy, iM bACk. ThIs sTorY is FInisHeD i PrOMiSe

The picture up there is from Delirium series by Lauren Oliver. A fantastic book, I swear. One of my favorites! But I felt like it kinda related to the short. And I really like it, I mean... It's like how to tell if your in love. 💙💙💜

"Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist." He pleaded.

With that, there was no going back. I grabbed his outstretched hand and let him pull me in to a tight embrace. Then, all at once, we were dancing. At first I watched my feet, planning every step very carefully. But he whispered in my ear,
"The world. Doesn't. Exist."
I laugh and look up into his eyes. With my arms around his neck and his hands at my waist, we dance. This moment is perfect. Whatever happens next, however the next few days go, I will always have this night. I will always have this pure moment of bliss.
He spins me around and around until I can't tell what is up and what is down. The lights in the room blur and all I can see is him. He is my whole world, and without him, I am nothing. He is my light, my rock, my love. He keeps me steady and sane. And he knows, like I do, that this won't last forever. It may not even last till tomorrow, but he still thought it worth it.
Love, he said. Love is always worth it.
And so began our little fairytale. But living in a small town has its downsides, and my parents would never approve of him. He's not... enough, for me. He's low class. He's unacceptable in their eyes.
The more I think about it the more I stumble. He always catches me, of course. I had no fear of that. I trust him with my life. But the thought of going home is too much. I can't pretend that the world doesn't exist. It does. And it's cruel.
He stops dancing and pulls me close. With his hands on my face, he slowly kisses my forehead. With watery eyes, I stare at him.
"We knew this was going to happen, Ari." He says softly.
I hiccup and nod.
"And I told you I would wait." He continues and I laugh, breaking away from his touch.
"That's a whole year, Conrad! 365 days! 8760 hours. 525600 minutes. 31536000 seconds." I say, exhausted. I've been thinking about it for days.
As expected, he laughs. "1...2...3... There. A few seconds less."
I shake my head. "Its not funny."
Conrad smiles. "Its not that long. Compared to the rest of our lives, it's nothing."
I sit down in the grass outside the old barn and he sits besides me.
"We have tonight." I say.
"We have tonight." He repeats. He grabs my hair and wraps it around his finger. "You know how I know that I love you?"
I smile, like I always do when he tells me this. Every time we're together he mentions his love in this way.
"I know," he continues. " because I can't not think about you."
I laugh quietly, leaning onto his chest. "Mmmm hmmm." I say.
"And," Conrad says louder. "because I can't sleep at night and I can't eat and everything is different. The way I see the world changed the day I met you."
I poke his stomach. "Your. So. Cheesy."
Conrad glares at me, jokingly. "Hey! Cheesy totally works."
"Only when you mean it." I sing.
He grabs my hands. "I do." A whispered promise.
I kiss him, closing my eyes. "I know."

When I arrive home to a silent house, I let out a deep breath. Walking into the living room, I brace myself. They are there, sitting on the couch, waiting for me. I half smile.
At least I had tonight.
"Hi mom. Hi dad."

Hi guys! If you haven't read Delirium by Lauren Oliver.... You need too. I would read it again right now, but currently I'm not allowed to pick up a book. And that sucks. I really need that last person to lose, like, today. Right now. My library book expire on Friday. Seriously.