Our Rooftop

iii. a new heart

 
 
iii. a new heart 
Fatigued from sleep deprivation, Lucas had gotten up that morning to brew a cup of coffee and return to sulking in his bed room. He'd pursue the internet one last time for a time machine, or for some device to rewind time, but his efforts would end up ineffectual.  
As he waited for the coffee, he noticed hot chocolate packets, and individual packages of marshmallows adjacent to it. An agonizing smile crept from inside of him, and as incongruous as it might sound he couldn't help but cackle. 
 No matter what she did, or what she said, the after-taste she left on him would never be bitter. He grabbed the pot of coffee, and poured it into his coffee cup. After pondering the state of his coffee, he decided to leave it black. The unpleasant taste could mask some of the pain he felt from yesterday. 
 As he turned around, a spunky blonde almost knocked him over, much like a belligerent football player would do to his enemy. He dismissed the accident, though, because he didn't know the girl. But, when he felt a finger rapidly attacking him on the shoulder, his bewilderment got the best of him and he turned around, coming face to face with his infatuation. 
"Eve?" he asked, completely astonished of the radiance she was giving off. 
"Lucas, it beeped—by pager... it beeped. It was certainly buzzing around in one of my drawers today; I'm positive of it, and then it did so in my hand." 
 Lucas didn't know how to react, for he was feeling so many things, that they all weren't properly cooperating with his motor skills. 
 Only listening to her heart, she wraps herself around Lucas, delirious with an overwhelming amount of emotions. 
 "Eve, I have never been quite so captured by such feelings in my life," he announces, a tear trembling onto her scalp. His voice breaks, and he weeps a little more.
"I will survive," she mumbles, wiping away falling tears. "I just don't think it's my pager that helped me realize that." 
 Eve's heart trembled and soared across her rib cage, "Lucas. I have fallen in love with the way you are physically incapable to stay still. I have come to notice that you can speak your mind when ordering food, and sometimes, in treacherous predicaments, you tend to have no control over your feet, and I love that. I love you."
 Lucas looks at her, slack-jawed by the pivotal change in her.
"Love is as for us as much as it is for normal teenagers. Quite frankly, I kind of appreciate that our fates intertwined, here in this abominable hospital. And Lucas, if my pager hadn't beeped today, I believe I still would've entwined myself into you, exactly as I'm doing right now, just because you flickered a new light on me—that is more brilliant than the moon."
 He slowly reaches for her hand, his blazing body temperate adding a sufficient amount of warmth to her.
"And after today, Lucas, the thought of living excites me, and that's something I never thought would happen again."
 And, with that Eve, the girl who was oblivious to the fact that her name meant life, follows Lucas to the abandoned room, awaiting the presence of the moon together. Lucas could tell by the way she skipped more-so when she walked today, that a new heart already seemed to be inside of her.
But, new hearts desire the same things, and I believe Lucas will always have to go through the trouble of putting extra marshmallows in her hot chocolate for the time they remain in the hospital.
But, he wouldn't have it any other way.