Her

Chapter one: Him (Edited)

Chapter One: Him

Blue; like the endless abyss of the ocean. Brown; like the trunks of trees, standing tall and strong in a forest of greenery. Crimson; like the petals of a stolen rose. These were the colours that make up your face. I stare at you, my eyes taking in every detail; every freckle, every dimple and every single sparkle that exist in your eyes. You were like me and yet not like me, all at the same time. A walking contradiction; something I couldn't quite figure out. And yet the feeling I had with you is like fire crackers popping inside my stomach, one after the other in this fast rhythm that makes my heart beat faster in anticipation. But for what? I'm not sure. Birds soar in the depths of my stomach and their wings leave this breeze that sends goose bumps all over my body. But, who are you? I wonder to myself.

I want to ask, I even open my mouth to say the words... but nothing seems to come out. I cannot control it; this intervention, this first meeting. All I can do is stand here, staring. In reaction, your mouth stretches out and your lips separate to show your perfectly white, straight teeth and you smile at me seeming to notice my frustration. It was a teasing smile; a smile that makes your eyes twinkle and your cheeks go pink. But it also made my spirit soar. It was a strange feeling, almost like how, ironically, I imagined death would be like; my soul outside myself, and yet standing just in front of me. It was an out of body experience. Yet my body that was left behind was filled with this overpowering feeling of happiness that could not be ignored or controlled or stopped. The feeling just seemed to hover there inside of my body; rising up from my toes all the way to my head. But I smile, because though the feeling was strange and unexplainable, somehow I'm still not afraid.

I'm not even afraid when you lean your head closer to mine because I know what is going to happen next and I know because it has happened before, so many times before. But I remember that even the first time I wasn't afraid, even though I had no idea what you were going to do; no idea what I was about to do. Yet it was exciting, the not knowing, which was strange considering I was usually afraid of the unknown; of things I couldn't understand. But somehow I could understand you in someway; in a way that my body knew when my mind did not. So it happened just the same as all those other times; you leaned in, your smile disappearing, your eyes fluttering closed. And my body responded the same way it had all those other times as well; by my own smile disappearing, my own eyes fluttering closed and our two heads moving closer together. My body seemed to somehow know what to do when my mind did not, when my mind couldn't even give a name to what we were doing. You pressed your lips onto mine ever so gently and my arms gracefully laced around your neck. Then our lips were moving against each other's in perfect sync, like a bow moving against the strings of a violin.

An explosion inside of me erupted like fireworks in the night sky; these big flashes of colour interrupting the darkness of my mind and sending light to every cavern, hole and scar. And with the light came this feeling of fire, wherever the light touched, the fire followed, burning my insides and ripping through me with this overwhelming feeling of heat. But it didn't hurt; instead it was so electrifying, so mesmerising and so captivatingly enjoyable that I never wanted it to end. Whatever it was. I wanted you so much closer then you were. So I pulled you closer, went deeper and begged for our two bodies to somehow blend into one. I wanted more, though I had no idea what that meant. How could I have more of you? But my thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched sound that ripped our lips apart.

All at once we were conscious of where we were instead of each other; a clearing in the middle of a forest, which was filled with tall trees, that seemed to reach the sky. The clearing was covered in thick, green grass and wild flowers that spotted the luscious landscape. Then the memories come back; the memory that we had both ran off to be here, to be together, to escape. But to escape what? I couldn't remember. The high pitch noise continues and both of our eyes dart around the line of the clearing to see people charging towards us; my people, your people; all with weapons and all with looks of outrage upon seeing us. They all run out of the trees and across the clearing towards us; my people to me and your people towards you. When they reach us they try to pull us apart. But our hands stay interlocked by our sides, holding on, not wanting to let go. I didn't want to let you go.