i miss your warm hands

Taken from the song "i miss your warm hands" by i don't like mirrors.

This story follows two people-
and the smell of smoke,
and love,
and everything they couldn't have.

Lynette is loud, happy, and bright.
She laughs with her whole chest.
She loves recklessly, like the world's about to end.
Sometimes, she wishes it would.

She's always up for anything,
as long as it means she doesn't have to sit still too long.
As long as it means someone is holding her hand.
Even if it's the wrong one.

That's when she meets Ronan-
quiet, unreadable, and unhappy,
He talks like every word costs him something.
He smokes too much. Thinks too much.
Feels things he'll never say out loud.

And still, she falls.
Despite what her friends say.
Despite the way his eyes are always somewhere else.
She falls in love.
Again,
and again.

They don't make sense.
She says too much, he says nothing.
She wants forever. He wants the moment.
But his hands are warm, even when the rest of him is cold.