The golden sands glistened in the everlasting sunset, the trees danced to the robin's songs and the sky's warm breath hit our skin. We sat together side by side, nose to nose and I felt amazing to be this close to him. We chatted and passed the time with pointless jokes, the beach was filled with our laughter and the cove laughed back. I thought of him: His perfect hair that hangs loosely over his eyes, his smile that could warm the coldest of hearts, an endless list of perfect things. Our eyes met and fixed, his eyes could tell a thousand stories but his heart could tell a thousand more. I breathed in because for once in my life things almost felt perfect.
Then her voice cut into the evening, breaking our daydream. A shiver ran through my spine like a snake slowly slithering down a broken branch, stalking it's prey. Her voice called again but this time closer, I panicked and tried to speak but words failed me. When I looked over I was surprised to see him so calm, doesn't he understand? The honeymoons over, the marriage has ended; our sunset is dead and darkness is consuming the sky. The stars outshine our love affair and he's calm? Was it all in my head? Does he really love her and not me? No that's insane. He loves ME...
I had to find a place to hide and after several seconds found a cut through. I told him to move but he wouldn't. I got hold of him, only to shake sense into him, but once I had hold I couldn't let go. My grip tightened and I held him closer, I held until he didn't protest anymore then dragged him to the hiding spot. We were free.
The sun has gone but I've grown fond of the darkness; the stars have put a spotlight on our moment. We laid there, hand in hand: His stone cold skin pressed against mine. He's mine, I kept our moment and framed it and finally things were perfect.
