i hate this car that i'm driving, there's no hiding for me
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quintessential
that seemed to be the only word the flabbergasted boy could possibly muster to define the euphoric aurora of this moment and the girl adjacent to his limp figure.
his eyes flickered left to right in attempt to focus on her face despite the unilluminated, unlit contrast between them, causing zero clarity ; but found nothing except the gloomy haze over a majority of her beautiful features.
as if it had been a millennium, finn found himself aching to hear her soft voice again, adoring the way she passionately sang the small verse.
he didn't care to like anyone, never has and he figured he never would, but he couldn't help but notice the unsteady rythmatic thump of his heart as his eyes continue their appreciate stare on her.
finding the silence comforting, millie slowly stepped over the ragged wooden planks, lowering herself beside the messy haired boy, not saying a word.
finn couldn't help but stare at her, seeing as he had the perfect opportunity to examine her now that she was so near.
his gaze started on her wavy chestnut hair, loving how soft and effortless it seemed, as then it made it's way down to her nose, admiring the slight swoop in the bridge of her nose, finn inwardly deciding it was cute.
taking his time, he continued to inspect her every detail, from her eyebrows to her pouty lips, and then eventually her eyes.
finn's lips parted in slight surprise to find she was no longer looking at the dark ravine - but now at him as he stared in complete adoration at the rich chocolate color of her irises.
her eyes are my favorite feature
he didn't dare break the intense stare as they did nothing but enjoy each other's presence, no words being spoken.
it may possibly be the sole reason of him now entertaining 2:45 am, but he couldn't help himself from coming to the frightening conclusion that he liked the kind stranger, even though he knew nothing about her.
but to finn, that was the beauty in it all, he had to base his jumbled feelings on solely her act of kindness from wednesday and the presence and aurora she gave ; not on her backstory, not on her past mistakes, but solely on her.
and it couldn't possibly be more perfect to him.
"i love that song,"
finn felt breathless for the second time tonight, as he notice her elongated vowels and adorable pronunciation.
she was british.
dismissing the choked feeling rising in his throat, begging him not to speak, his eyes broke eye contact as they now stared at the stained wood on the planks supporting him and millie.
"me too,"
it was a simple sentence, but it almost physically hurt to speak, he was so nervous.
