Ed's POV
Time. Such a peculiar word with thousands of abstract definitions. My definition? Something that once you find your one person to spend it with, you can never get enough of it. Everything about that boy made me forget how the hours used to inch along, slowly leaving a trail of sadness and grey memories.
We kissed for hours on that bench, even though I swear there had been a glitch in the universe because every minute I spent touching his soft skin was enough to fool anyone into the idea of just a singular second. In this generation, you have a childhood based on crappy high school rom-coms where you could never imagine being so infatuated with someone in the same way as they are on your screen. Despite this, a part of you always hopes and prays to any higher power that could be there that you could be the lucky one who does get to feel so alive and in love, just for one day even. I don't think all of those tears and dreams of mine were in vain.
"Wow" I stuttered, too in the moment to care how foolish I sounded to the smaller boy.
"Yeah." He replied, pulling his body away for the first time in the three hours we had spent locking lips and exploring.
"Although I'm certainly not complaining, I definitely did not expect that when I said hang out at the park"
"Neither did I. Things couldn't have took a better turn for us today, could they?"
"Because I am feeling innocent, I'm gonna say no." Bad idea. I must sound so creepy.
"Idiot"
"I know."
"What are you implying there, Nygma?" he giggled, seemingly unfazed by my 12A comment.
"Nothing." I smirked
