It's You

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Our fingers intertwine as I look up at him in the eyes.
His soft, white hair gently brushed against his cheeks.

I smiled as he gently brushed his other hand against my cheek, resting his hand there as he stared down at me.

"Out of everything we've been through.. in so glad it's you." He uttered so softly.
I smiled, laughing briefly before our eyes met again.

He slowly brushed his hand underneath my hair, smiling as he slowly leant towards me, a sense of glee and serenity pushed through me, as he was inches away I was interrupted.

"Boze. Get up.!" Wes called, throwing a pillow at my head.
My eyes opened a sliver as I grunted and rolled over.

"Dude... I was having THE BEST dream..." I called burying my face into my pillow.

He crept onto my bed behind me, his hand on my hips and chest against my back as he gently whispered in my ear.

"Was it about me?"

I pulled my pillow out from under my head and smacked him in the face.
He fell onto the bed beside me laughing, I stared him dead in the eye.

"You wish." I smiled cheekily.

"Were late for breakfast" he smiled as he booped me on the nose.
I looked at him slightly confused before he got up and walked out of the room.

As my mind tried to process what just happened I heard him call from the hallway.
"Are you coming!"

I then leapt out of bed and ran after him.