The Chronicles of Us

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We went to
the ocean
when she
came back
from school
that next day.
It was
unreasonably
cold
and the air
had a chill
that made
us both
cross our arms
to our chests.
The wind
made
her hair
dance
around her
shoulders.
"You are so beautiful."
I told her softly.
I just
stared
at her
for a minute
with a smile
on my face.
And she
smiled back.
"You really think so?"
She hugged
herself tightly.
A gust
of sea breeze
blew
through
her hair
again.
She looked
amazed,
as if
she may have
believed me.
I knew she
didn't think
she was
beautiful.
The ocean
roared
in our ears.
"Lena,"
I grabbed
her hand,
"I know so."
She laughed.
I loved
her laugh.
"I like you a lot, Lena."
She looked
up at me
and stopped
dead
in her tracks.
"I like you, too, Hayes."
I couldn't
take it
anymore.
I had to get
that piece of hair
from her face.
She watched me
as I did it,
as if
she'd never
been
touched before.
"You're wasting your time with me, though."
She said it soft,
like a breath.
I looked down
in the sand,
our footprints
seemed
to cover
the beach.
"It won't come natural,"
She gazed
out into
the ocean.
The wind
still blew
her hair.
The piece of hair
fell
right back
in her face.
The sun
was
beginning
to set.
She
then
sat down,
pulling her knees
to her chest.
"I've never loved anyone before." She sighed.
"It won't work. You're dead, I'm alive. We're too different, you and I, Hayes."
I sat down with her. I was so close to her I could feel her breathe.
"I want to be with you so bad. It's just so impossible."
"We can try,"
I whispered,
"We can try, Lena."
"You don't understand. I don't know how."
That was it.
That made me
disintegrate
into
a million pieces.
It made me
melt
into water.
Burst
into
flames.
"Then I'll teach you."
I leaned in
closer to her,
I could feel
her warmth,
her thoughts.
I pressed
my lips
to her's,
and I
watched her
close her
eyes and
so did I.
When I did,
all I could feel
was the
warmth
of her lips
and the
feeling
of her
chest
against mine.
The
kiss
was
slow.
It wasn't
hungry
or
lustful,
it was
meaningful.
When we
separated,
her eyes
were soft.
"I see you, Lena."
I whispered,
my voice
barely
audible.

"I see you."