Her voice faltered, trembling like a breeze against trembling leaves. “I... I... I l-like you, b-but I...,” she whispered, each word stumbling, yet heavy with a fragile vulnerability. Her confession hung in the air, a delicate thread woven between them.
The boy, with his hair dark as the midnight sky and eyes that gleamed like stars mirrored on the ocean’s surface, stood entranced. A quiet joy settled on his features, a subtle exhale of emotion before he moved closer, his movements slow, deliberate, as if time itself had stilled to watch.
His smile, soft like the whisper of wind, dissolved into something deeper, as his lips gently met hers. The blush of her lips bled into his, a quiet exchange, like the merging of dawn with dusk—where the horizon no longer divides but embraces, and the world is colored with the hues of a moment too infinite to capture in words alone.
In this pause, a universe of untold stories whispered between them..
