For Life - EXO x YOU

LXII - The Green Sweater

Disha x Lay

The sun appeared through clouds. The rosy mark on either side of the girl's cheeks became evident. The boy could perceive that added beauty over the her cheeks; his eyes admired the phenomenon.

They were seated on a bench behind which there was a flame tree bloomed with vivid orange flowers. The couple remained silent as their lips were shut for long although their eyes sporadically expressed the buried sentiments. Eventually, their lips dropped inertia as they closed each other, shared mutual tastes and savored the same. Just then, a breeze blew and spread the long silky hair of the girl over their faces, veiling their bilabial conjugation. A load of orange flowers fell behind them as the breeze hit the flame tree.

After the disjunction of their lips, the girl couldn't make an eye-contact with the boy. She felt sheer ignominy.

Clouds eclipsed the sun yet again. The ambiance turned pallid, but the place kept the aura of romance. The girl finally broke the silence, "The sun plays hide and seek," she gradually placed her hand over his and continued, "It's naughty."

"More than me?" said the boy.

Her face leaning down with diffidence was an implicit acknowledgement of the fact.

At the last, came the dismal and inevitable time of the departure. "Could that I stop all the clocks of the world," said the boy.

"For what cause?" she showed her faux ignorance.

"I think we should go now," said the boy.

Her eyes stared into his, "You are saying this for the fifth time."

The evening gradually dropped the veil of darkness making the departure pathetic and mandatory. "You want to say something?" the girl offered.

"No."

"Anything?"

No answer.

"Then should we go now?" the girl said.

The boy downed his head with gloom.

"Ok, now if you want anything to say, you can say it."

What did she want to hear? Anyways, the boy said nothing.

"Urgh, say something now!"

The boy kept his head low.

"Like," she said, "if I had a similar option I would say," she paused, raised his face by his chin and stared straight into his eyes; her tone became grave, she said, "that I love you, Lay and..." she embraced him in a flash and said kiddingly, "that you look utterly cute in this green sweater," she made the embrace firmer and respired, "which is making me fairly warm now."

"Your cheeks look rosy, Disha" the boy reciprocated in her ear, "in sun light," he whispered, "and it's among those things of yours that I love most."

"And what are the rest?"

"If I start counting, I'll keep counting forever," he flirted.

The embrace unfastened. The pair had to depart. They took their respective, and nearly opposite, ways.

The boy perpetually leaned his head down and watched his sweater, "Disha likes my sweater," he murmured.

He entered the bazaar which occurred in the way to his home. It was amassed with a busy crowd but he was too self-obsessed to perceive that.

"She likes my sweater," thought he over and again; he tried to come out; said 'whatever.' Lay crawled in the crowded bazaar; so did the compliment in his busy mind, "May be, she likes its color," he said; tried to dismiss the obsession, "whatever."