A Collection of Imagines

Shawn

Heaven

I gaze at him through the thin glass window. He strums along to the tune of a song as he sits on the window sill. The instrument is like second nature to him. A part of his body. His sleepy hair and wrinkled clothing makes him look younger. He's so fucking cute.

I look down at the street below, strumming my guitar. The breeze of the warm air makes me close my eyes. My fingers puck the strings changing the tempo to a slower pace. I open my eyes slowly to see her lying in the bed, having only the sheet cover her bare body, watching me. Something in her eyes that I can't quite decipher.

His eyes shine through the window, making me smile. He keeps playing the song, staring at me as the wind whips through his hair. He looks like he's in heaven.

Her hand goes up to cover her happiness. She isn't like this all the time, but when she's is, I beam with her. She stresses over me not getting enough sleep or people taking advantage of me. So, evidentially, she's mostly serious. But here, in her afterglow and bright smile, she looks like an angel.

He thinks I worry about him too much. But I think I should worry about him. He's the only thing I care about in this world, and I want to take care of him. I sit up in the bed, his eyes not leaving me. Fingers not leaving the guitar. I press my chest into my thighs, letting my head fall on the top of my knees.

She sits up and her bare side is revealed to me. She positions her body into a pose that should be on the cover of some magazine. She's so fucking beautiful.

I gather the sheets around my body as I stand up from the bed. My feet pad against the hardwood floors of the hotel room. My fingers trail down the white frame of the window. Silently listening to his plucking. I recognize the song.

She gets up from the bed, walking towards me with one hand clutching the sheets wrapped around her naked body. Her hair blows in the wind. Suddenly, she sings along to the tune that I play on my guitar. Singing the song that was made for her.

"It's time for me to finally meet somebody new."

She sits down in front of me on the window sill, eyes pouring into mine.

"Take him to all the places that I took us to."

She changes the pronoun in my song. A pang goes off in my stomach, trying not to imagine her with someone else.

"And he might help me forget, but loving him is something I could never do"

This lyric makes the feeling subside. She leans forward, resting her forehead against mine. My breathing stops and my eyes close, along with hers.

"Because I had ... because I had you."

She has never sounded more wonderful in this moment. My hands let go of the guitar and they find their new home on either one of her cheeks. She lets go of a heavy sigh. I feel her lips slightly skim mine, waiting for me to plunge back into the warmth that she comes with. I take the jump, pressing my mouth on hers again. The feeling that she gives me is familiar and adored.

He lets go of me for a second, setting the guitar on the floor. He whips his head around to me again. His hands go to my thighs, pulling me into his lap. I sit sideways, resting my head on his shoulder, lips centimeters from his neck. His arms wrap around me as he stares out of the window into the vast city. I place the tip of my finger on his chin, turning his head to mine. His eyes bright from the gesture. I giggle at his expression. I want to sit here for hours, just like this. Me, wrapped in only a white sheet and him, cradling and staring at me like I'm the only thing he cares about in the whole world.

My everything. My world. My heaven.