A Beautiful Life [C. H.]

Part 3

This drizzle over my head causes me running from the sidewalk and, thankfully I found the nearest shelter.

I pat my fluppy hair preventing the raindrops from soaking my head.

Its 7 in the morning and I did my best for an hour trying to get a good sleep but, jetlag hit me so hard, so I think I just let myself walking around the neighbourhood for some nostalgias, but yeah, rain is having a fine contribution with the jetlag. I don't know if it sounds related.

It's not as cold as in america, and its just nice to know that I'm here all over again.

I see some people are trotting through the- now it's pouring rain, and sheltering at the same place as me.

I give them a smile as if they gaze at me, but it really feels amazing that theyre not recognizing me as a band member but an ordinary living boy.

Its few of people in here, waiting for the rain to stop.

And as waiting, I just stare blankly to the black hoodie that I think I have known for my life standing in front of me. So, I decide to tap her shoulder hasitately.

I'm surprised I have a chance to see those beautiful eyes again, even if I know its definetely her.

Blossom.

She gives me that surprised gaze as well as I watching her jaw a little bit dropped.

"Ouch. Hi!", I try to say in stutter.

"Hoooood", she replies with her typical pitch on.

I shrug really don't know what to say anymore.

Oh my lord, I really want to hug her very tight right now and tell her how much I miss her, I really need to be into you right now, Blossom Madley.

She takes a step or two backward so she's standing beside me right now.
"How's america? Tell me!", she yells cheerfully.

And I can't help myself smiling and breaking at the same time.

Its fuckin terrible way to feel.

"Its good," I reply.

No, Blossom. Its not as good as to be with you. America is just not better than your eyes, Blast.

"Just, good?", she scrunches her nose which is cute and is one of millions reasons why I love her.

I nod as putting my hand over the rain that now barely dropping. "Where are you up to?," I take a gaze on her.

She shrugs, "coffee shop for books reading," she wiggles her eyebrows just like cueing me that I shouldve known it for life. "Mind to come over?".

I'm obviously surprised as trying to comb my soaked hair off from my forehead. The sprinkles of the rain was soaking my hair.

"I'd love to," I say with stuttering.

Let's just have a deal with how beautiful those eyes are brighten.

Well, I'm not avoiding that I don't miss the smile and the laughter of yours, Blossom. All I want badly to say is I love you, I love you and there's no way out.

She definetely always do that for her life.

Reading a pile of books off at the coffee shop for hours, and how I still remember that I could be the one that surprisingly not getting any kind of boredom for waiting her concerning her eyes on words.

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"I'm just wondering, is there Channing Tatum or else that seems more attractive than this sexy boy in front of you?", I scrunched my eyebrows in a fake confusion.