I take in the familiarness of his embrace; the warmth of his long arms around my small body, the mesmerising scent of his cologne, the soft touch of his warm breath on the back of my neck.
A beautiful silence lingers, consuming the air around us, replacing the oxygen with something that warms me down to my heart. I'm left to my thoughts, lacking care for anything else in this world because for now I am in the safest place I know; his arms.
For moments we are still, silent. Just the two of us rocking back and forth gently in the soft breeze, entwined as one.
I find myself staring into his eyes, as he pulls back slightly, just enough so he can look at me properly, and I notice for the first time how intricately beautiful they actually are. The hold his gaze has me in seems unbreakable, and I begin to feel vulnerable as his eyes search mine for emotion.
He opens his mouth as to speak, and his soft whispers are picked up by the wind and carried gently away.
"I'll always love you."
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Chasing Harry
FanfictionI've been told that if you repeat a word over and over it loses its meaning. I have stayed up countless nights repeating your name hoping that you will mean less to me with each breath.
