A soft golden glow filtered through the glass of the window. The barrier softened the harsh rays and instead made them cast a gentle light across them. The two figures were seated, not gracefully, but with an unplaceable connection in their movement.
The scene contained a setting that was common. There were a million living rooms across the nation, a million houses in the Midwestern suburbs the same as this one. There were a billion lazy Saturdays just like this one, but the boy knew that only one place on earth was going through what they were right now.
The date he was on, it was not fanciful. It consisted not of materialistic possessions and bright chandeliers. That was no matter. He did not need to climb a mountain to prove himself to her- rather the simplicity of this day emphasized their connection, the bond of their friendship and compassion towards one another.
The two were seated on the couch, bodies pressed against each other. Their legs brushed, his arm wrapped tenderly around her shoulders, and she leaned her head against his neck. They could each feel the heat pulsating off of the other, like warmth radiating from the sun. Everything was tender, soft. This moment was one that would last forever, with no regrets, no shortcomings.
It was casual almost. They were alone- not a single soul was in sight. It was just the two of them, huddled together under a soft blanket, pretending to stare at the screen in front of them. But neither of their focuses were on the electronics. It was only on the other, on the contented feeling each was experiencing. Their fingers intertwined, and all he had to do was give her a gentle squeeze to send a shiver of ecstasy up her spine.
She had been dreaming about days like this. Days that were so tranquil that you believed they would be never ending. And yet, she still longed for something. She still hungered for the moment that every human being had to have at some point in their lives.
"Do you think-"
"What?" he responded.
"Do you think we'll last? I know we're just freshmen, but do you think we'll last? Past high school? Past college?"
He glanced at her, gazing into her spheres of blue. His eyebrows twitched. That was a question that lurked in the back of his mind, but that he hadn't dared to ask. It was a long time before he replied to her question, but his response made her smile.
"I think we will."
More smiling.
"What are you grinning about?" a blush spread across his cheeks.
"Come here and kiss me already."
And the final moment came, the moment that each had desired with burning passion. And it was soft. It was sweet. And it was beautiful.
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2018 Writing Scrapbook
Short StoryI have already filled my previous writing scrapbook consisting of poetry and short stories from past years. This is a collection of all of my short stories and poetry written over the course of 2018. Contents: 1. Lanterns in the Sky (Sci-Fi) 2. The...
