the light, the one only visible to her eye, shines from everyone's palm lines.
each a different colour.
however, only two alike.
the pair were tied together by fate: by palms.
only she could see them.
only she could see who'd end up with who.
...
"It was always you, Finn." I murmured into his chest. It was clear that the vibrations I spoke were very much audible. "It was always you, Millie." He whispered atop of my head where he rested his chin, "and it'll never change."
He just left a soft tender kiss upon my forehead, leaving me a blushing mess. Luckily me tomato-red face was nearly completely covered by Finns long torso, even though the heat radiating from my cheeks were probably capable of starting a heat stroke.
We slowly began swaying, shuffling to the nearest bench, which happened to be the bench.
The same bench that we sat on every day just to talk about our problems. The same bench we got to know each other. That very same bench I truly, truly fell in love with Finn Wolfhard.
And that's when it hit me; I'm in love with Finn Wolfhard.
So I cried, and cried harder. I soaked his black tee-shirt with my tears, but not tears of sadness, tears of pure happiness, joy, realisation and most importantly, love. And in the comfort, of our little significant, green bench, we held each other with such a grip that we'd be separated for eternity, yet in such a hold that it comforted me greatly.
I just wish the rest of our lives could be just like today- reliving when I truly realised how much I love him, feeling the overwhelming butterflies flap hysterically around my stomach, and having him here- close to me, comforting me, but most importantly, with me.
"I- I love you." I whispered unsurely and so inaudibly, realising it's true. "I'm in love with you, Finn Wolfhard." I stated more surely while I looked into his hazel brown eyes, hoping for some kind of reaction, my eyes slowly drooping with hurt.
I did it. I took a fucking chance and now I've ruined it- Everything.
"Good." He stated simply, his eyes looking deeper into mine while they lit up greatly,
"because Millie Bobby Harbour, I've always been in love with you. I knew if from the first look, from our first touch. And I think, no- I know that I'll always be in love with you and your plump lips, your extraordinarily radiant eyes, beautiful personality, random thoughts and now, the blindingly vibrant lilac palms." He gestured to our hands, radiating the brightest lilac I'd ever seen, to a point where my sunglasses couldn't even block the illumination.
"So you see, Mills, It's you. It will always be you. If I had the choice between you and a million other things I've ever wanted, I would choose you every time..." he sighed adoringly into my hazel, clouded eyes. In return, I sat stunned with even more love for the curly headed, lilac palmed boy in front of me. "I want people to look at us one day, Mills, in a way where they'd think, 'have you ever seen a couple so right, so completely together that you wonder how the world ever worked before they met' because Millie I'm in love with you to the point I'd just leave everything for you, take a bullet for you and even give my life for you." He expressed with such passion it frightened me, pure love showing in his eyes.
"But it seemed like today only proved to me the actual difference between my love and yours, because, Millie, if you really love me, why would you be trying to stay away from me."
"I needed time. I need space. I just needed to breathe, Finn. But now I know that I couldn't breathe without you. Finn your my oxygen. They travel round in twos and I just wanna travel round with you. But most importantly, I wanna be yours to travel around with."
And all I could do was place a tender, love filled kiss upon his lips- his plump, kissable lips. Hoping in some way that that could parallel to just a segment of his sentiment.
It was sweet, passionate and love filled as our lips synchronised with each other, fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. As I slowly moved my illuminating palm to rest against his cheek, the other removing my sunglasses, my eyes adjusting to the atmosphere, more specifically, the light.
Soon after parting, I held him closer to me, if such a movement could be possible. "I'm sorry." I stated. "I'm sorry for hanging round with him, I'm sorry for not believing you sooner and I'm fucking sorry that I left you." I was ashamed, humiliated.
"I love you more than you could possibly ever imagine, so you see Finn, I'm not as sentimental, but that doesn't mean I love you any less. But just imagine every last drop of love for me that runs through your heart and veins, multiply that by infinity. That's almost equivalent to my love for you because my infinity is far more longer than any other infinitive." I gushed, completely opening my heart to him.
"I- I love you. I lo-ve you. I love you. I love you." I repeated, letting the 3 most beautiful, most significant, most romantic words roll of my tongue.
"I love you more, Millie Bobby Harbour."
~ 🌺 ~
Well, I did say there was little Fillie fluff. I hope that this made up for that.
I got some hella fault in our stars vibes from their confessions.
Also one more chappy before the epilogue!
But on another note, this book reached 2k!! Thank you so muchhhh!!
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