A Collection of Imagines

Timothée

Got You

My hair whips through the wind as a ran through the orchard. Screeching playfully, hoping he wouldn't catch me.

I hear her scream as I almost catch her. She runs past the cherry trees and down the road surrounded by the never ending trees of the orchard.

I turn to find him still running after me. I laugh louder and pick up my skirt to run faster down the Honeychurch orchard.

The orchard is the perfect playground for her and I. Her light, silk hair flows past her as she scurries away. Her dinner dress becoming bunched up at her hip in the front. Her legs almost in view. 

I feel his hand grab my arm and jerks me to face him. His face contorted with joy. His laugh invades my ears.

We were underneath the apple tree. She doesn't meander her way out of my grip. She stayed perfectly stationary. She gazed into my eyes. Wanting something. 

I whither under his stare. I concentrate on his lips. Bringing my hands up to touch his face. Such a beautiful boy. 

She's staring at my lips. I can guess to what she wanted. But, to be unfortunate, all I could fathom was two words, "Got you."

"Got me." Staring at him made time stop. It wasn't until I felt the raindrop on my cheek did I realize how long we have been gazing at each other. 

It starts to pour and I bring her closer to the tree, but we were already drenched. She exclaims in delight under the branches and I bring her closer to me. 

Despite my laughter, I feel safer in his arms. Away from the world underneath the apple tree with him. Only laughter present to interrupt us. 

I want what she desires, but I'm afraid I could never have the courage. I bring my lips to the top of her face, for it was the right height. She is to be mine. Mine to have and mine to cherish.