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my feelings for you spread like a wildfire, uncontrollable and unrestricted. it burns and kindles in me things that i have never felt before; it makes me powerless and empowered at the same time.
here we are again, at the edge of the cliff over-looking the pine forest below, their evergreen leaves reflecting the red, harsh glow of the setting sun into my eyes.
breath-taking, isn’t it? you asked, leaning against queen, strands of chocolate tousled and wild.
i admired the way the glare of the sun combed neatly over the horizon, bathing everything it touched in scorched crimson. it is quite a sight.
there is a reason i bring you here every day. came your remark, and your gaze was on a gathering of swans huddled at the edge of a lake guarded pristinely by the pine forest.
i watched two of the swans nuzzle each other affectionately, and sighed. i know. this is day–what?
fifteen. you swiftly replied, gaze switching to me instead, an emotion i can’t read nestled comfortably beneath your orbs. time sure passes quickly.
it does. i let my eyes wander far and wide, trying to recall events that had happened that day. something with books? the big places with a lot of books. what was it called again? the place where people tell you to keep quiet.
i brought you to a library today. you said, reading my mind.oh yes, that was it. a library. i think i like libraries.
you love libraries. you reminded, straightening, and sat beside me on the cliff’s edge, letting your legs dangle precariously over it. you love reading.
oh yes. i remember, clenching my fists. i do.
the cleft between your brows disappeared, and you looked, visibly, more relaxed as you stared at the horizon.
i come here all the time. you explained. to think. to reflect. about anything, really.
you turned to look at me as the swans started flocking into the lake, their white sheen a stark contrast to the blood red the sun painted the landscape with.
i figured you could too. you continued, a light breeze playing with your chocolate tresses. it was something we did a lot. together. we barely do that now, though. you forget stuff half the time.
i clenched my jaw. sor–
you interrupted with a firm hand over my mouth, your touch sending flame spreading all over my body. no. apologies.
steel will burned in your eyes, and i knew i couldn’t argue. so, as your hand fell from my mouth, i said:
“Why do you choose to spend time with me now? Only when something’s wrong with me?”
your expression turned to one of hurt. there’s nothing wrong with you, alexis. why would you say that?
like wildfire, the burning sensation in my heart as you uttered those words blazed scars on my every fibre.
