SPN Imagines *𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗*

Faded Touch

*ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᶠⁱᶜ ˢᵖⁿ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵒʳ
ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ
ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˢʰ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ*

We spent the most beautiful night together. So tender, loving, sweet, a time where everything felt as if we were just alone the two of us in each others arms. A silk of precious emotions, a petal of passion, a warmth of happiness. A smile of love, a kiss of trust, just an embrace of tenderness, all of us in a night we will never forget. The cool and silver touch of the moon, enveloping our bodies as one, in a moment in which only our thoughts existed. Nothing else mattered as our eyes drifted apart, and opened on the silver figure for one small moment our minds remained as one. Laying there, breathing in a slow, deep, silent, steady rhythm, his face was perfectly round, his lips moved in a tight, soft line... his eyes then closed.

The moment, the feelings we shared and loved so much, the tender moments we could never forget. That same love that was always there for us that was so fleeting and so short lived that it lost it's power, when that fleeting love finally faded away we would again remember what brought us into this world with as we knew, with the gentle and loving whispers of the night, the love of another life and every moment we spent together. I always look back at my nights with you and feel the same thing: a soft, warm hug that was as if you're there for me. As if you're there for me when I feel like I'm falling over and crying, as if you're there for me when I cry in my home, even when I walk and try keep my head out of the clouds. As if you're there for me when I smile into the mirror and wonder if I should just keep standing up or if I'm going to get stuck down there, somewhere cold and lonely.

And then there's my nights where you're sitting quietly inside my car, holding my hand making me feel like we were one. But you don't even leave my side when I feel cold and my mind isn't focused on you or on what just happened that night. You're only on my shoulder and your eyes aren't locked onto anything that is happening to you, your hands don't move at all, yet somehow they squeeze to stay where you are as if you're resting on me, your weight just inches from my chest. You don't even notice as you watch me or as I feel what's happening with you. Sometimes when I feel like you're there, you will grab my hand and take it under your chin, as you hold it I will feel how warm it makes you or why you are so happy when I touch you.

Sometimes you'll put your hands on my head when I hear you breathing in on me. When I hear you, my body will start to warm, when you move you will reach the edge of my head kissing my cheek and you'll then kiss my neck. I'll lean over to kiss you on the forehead and sometimes when you kiss my lips, you'll turn my head towards you smiling as I get up. You'll slide your hands under my shoulders and you'll whisper in my ear melting every inch of me.

You keep me steady until I say 'please' and you'll whisper,

"That's how you know you can go that far and I'll hold you to me."

Nothing else mattered anymore, our memories, our feelings were no more, we lay there at last, our body, each breath and each beat of our hearts. The universe itself, all of it and all that would grow until finally, the kiss of the night itself, finally, the kiss of the moonlight would touch us once again.

No more to worry about our future;

No more regrets;

No more need to live.

No more fear. Nothing, nothing, but love.

The sound of the river, the sound of the stars as it flowed and changed in the night. A beautiful, sweet sound, the sweetest, the warmest. Love filled the room as the river ran through the trees, the sound of an ocean raging through our veins, an empty voice in the quiet, dark air of the evening. A gentle tone, a gentle touch that softly tickles as if there was an anchor holding me, a hand, maybe the first touch on my body, a kiss, a word, a song.

We laughed.

An empty, deep, joyful, beautiful voice speaking of something as small and beautiful as me, a simple thing that touched my heart. It was like singing with nothing but that voice to make it so. We sat together in silence, like a couple with a small child who can't wait for them to arrive, and it was as though that small child's little voice had whispered in my ear the words I couldn't say, the words the voice never thought I'd speak.

No words.

And from my soul, the words that I'd held onto for years, I knew we had. The sun came out and then the moon, it turned slowly to white and then black, and then to red, then yellow, then purple, then green, then blue, then orange and back to red.

My heart was a tiny bit too much for that.

There was a deep silence between our two minds. We laughed and we cried, it was more than I could have ever planned.

We were alone.

One day, that feeling will come back to you in waves. I hope it doesn't. I don't know....

I hope.