Black jeans- Corbyn Besson

Waves

I reached the doorstep and walked down the stairs. I can't believe it. I don't even know how to react.

I ran.

I thought about how angry I felt once I saw Tom squeeze Corbyn's hands.

I ran faster.

I thought about the anger that rose in me as I saw Tom lift up Sheila's dress.

I ran even faster.

How dare he? How dare he ruin the party we all worked hard to set up.

I ran as fast as I could. My legs trembled. I kept running for what felt like an hour. Soon, I heard waves. I slow down.

I take off my shoes and socks to walk in the sand. I drop my shoes to my side and spread out my arms. I breathe in, and out.

In, and out.

I can feel small water droplets hit my skin as the waves crash on a nearby rock. I feel the wind caress my skin. The sound of the waves made everything else inaudible. I felt anger rush into my body once again. I tried to battle it and not let it take over me. I struggled so hard. The waves were interrupted.

"Aria-" I know that voice. That warm tone. I needed that voice. I quickly turn and jump into the arms that were spread out for me. I instantly broke down. I couldn't hold in my tears any longer. I feel Corbyn's arms wrap around me and hold me tighter. My tears didn't stop...There wasn't any rush either. The tightness in his grip around me reassured that I could take all the time that I needed. I buried my face into his chest and took in his scent. I feel him rub my back and whisper in my ear to calm me down. "You're okay." I felt my heartbeat slow down as the sound of his soothing voice calmed me. I could feel him kiss my hair and then rest his chin on top of my head. I closed my eyes and focused on his warm embrace. I could be here, in his arms, forever.

After a while I feel him gently tilt my chin up with his hand so I'd be staring into his eyes. I never want this moment to end.

Once our eyes meet, he speaks up; "Don't run away like that again, okay? We can have a long drive or go somewhere, so we can let things out, but don't just storm out like that. Okay, munchkin?" His soft, caring voice is beautiful music to my ears. I nod. "Okay."

I get lost into his eyes and pull him closer. I lift my hand to his cheek and softly rub my thumb on his skin, while admiring all of his features; from the smallest ones to the most obvious. I admired them all. I pull his face closer to mine and place my lips onto his.

All I felt was his warmth.

All I could smell was his scent.

Even when I closed my eyes, I could still see his.

I never fail to feel the butterflies in my tummy flutter, every time we kiss.

We pull back and I close my eyes. "Thank you, Corbyn."