He's here.
I look into his dark gray, almost black, eyes. My heartbeat quickened and my face flushed. He looked up at me, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the rain. I smile and with a shaky hand push it away from his eyes, tears stinging mine.
He looks up at me intently, not giving me a chance to look away, and I found myself getting lost in his intense gaze. He reaches up and touches my wet hair, then my cheek, his hand radiating warmth. I could tell he was thinking of something to say, he kept opening and closing his mouth, at a loss for words.
I felt like I had so much to tell him, and at the same time, my mind was blank. All I could think about was now. The way his eyes bounced through mine, and his dark shirt clung onto his body. Goosebumps appeared on his arms as a breeze went by, but all he did was look at me, his thumb now caressing my cheek.
My heartbeat was about to burst out of my chest, it was all I could hear. I don't know if it was the fact that I hadn't seen him in so long, the rain surrounding us, or the way his hand felt on me, but courage filled my entire being and I found myself inching closer.
As our lips were a hair's length away, I could feel his breath tickling my lips, urging me to close the distance, but I wanted him to do it. Selfishly hoping that now that I was finally ready, he would be as well.
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RomanceHayden is an 18 year old girl about to graduate High School. She was able to go through the past four years without any trouble, getting good grades, and attempting to move on from her past, she remains out of the radar as much as possible. When fel...