His eyes twinkle, just like it always does when he's about to say something stupid. I know this for a fact because I've known him for over a decade. I can't blame him, though. This whole situation is hilarious on its own.
"Do you think birds have feelings?"
There it is. The something stupid that he said with that twinkle in his eyes.
"...I mean, I'm sure these damn seagulls are full of vengeance in their tiny feathered bodies. Why else would they attack us like that?" I replied. He was tending to the scratches I got just five minutes earlier. The disinfectant stung a little and I hissed.
"Sorry," he cringed.
It was calm. His warm, careful fingers on my skin. The slight pout on his face as he concentrates and the soft puff of air on my arm as he tries to lessen the pain. Behind him the sun is setting. The sky is cotton candy blue decorated with golden hues of fluffy clouds. He finished bandaging and placed a chaste kiss, 'for speedy recovery,' which got me smiling.
"I guess our 'romantic sunset gazing while eating ice cream' plan is ruined now, huh?"
He sighed. "Yeah, those birds really have something against us. I can't have one peaceful evening with you."
"And to think they attacked because of your ice cream," I fake a frown and stole a glance his way.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know they would attack—"
"I'm kidding, I know it wasn't your fault." I laughed, to which he visibly relaxed upon hearing. "We can try again tomorrow, we got time. Maybe without food next time."
"Yeah," his voice faint like the ocean breeze. As he took my hand in his, he grinned and said, "this is just the first of the many unfortunate events we'll go through together."
Against the dimming sunlight, our rings gleamed.
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// Colours.
Short Story"Taira. Taira, listen to me. You can't just took something that isn't yours, especially from nature. Especially not while an unknown girl is watching you." "...Why not?" "Taira, there's only one explanation for your sudden color blindness: you're...
