His hand grasps hers tightly in one hand and a fluffy tuft
of grass in the other. His back is to the grass and she is right beside him.
They stare into each other’s eyes. Her eyes are a supernatural green, alluring,
dangerous, and otherworldly. Her
hair is twirled and twisted in and around blades of grass. Her swirling curls
that are brilliantly pale orange contrast brightly with the natural green hues.
She wishes he would kiss her already. He doesn’t get the hint and sits up
brushing off bits of green and brown attached to his back. His hand leaves hers
and he feels each tear he makes as each strand of grass is pulled away from the
earth. He throws it all over her and watches as the green confetti twirls
jaggedly to the ground. Her pale orange dress becomes dotted with grass. She
glares at him, her piercing gaze inviting him to move closer. He pulls her on
top of him and her laugh echoes around the small empty park filling it with the
mirth of Christmas day.
He knows she loves him but he’s still not sure what to do.
He spent his whole life wondering whether his life would just go by without him
realising, like a cloud. But now something worthwhile was happening that made
him want it to stop so he could continue on carefree. She is his happiness and
he isn’t sure how to deal with that.
He is dying. He can feel the energy of his life slowly
ebbing away day by day. One or two years from now and no one knows…. not yet
anyway.
He remembers how he met her for the first time in this park.
She appeared out of nowhere, like a falling star. He had no one until her. No
girl was ever so vibrant, so feisty, so … her.
She had looked so confused at first. He had walked slowly
and cautiously towards her and then asked her if she was all right. She had
hesitated before answering.
“Alexis Tellyweather.”
“I didn’t ask… never mind. Are you all right?’
“Perfectly so for an all right person.”
“You have a weird name.”
He hadn’t meant to say it but he got his punishment none the
less. She punched him hard, for a girl. He had hints of a black eye for a few
days after that. Her hand was still closed as she looked down on him. He slowly
moved to a sitting position as she squatted down next to him. Her fingertips
lightly traced his cheek down his face. He put his clumsy hand up to retrace
her line and found red staining his fingers.
“What a marvellous red!”
Her words were soothing and drove away any harsh emotions he
had felt towards her. She’s still as peculiar as she was then.
Her eyes were staring directly above his and he noticed
there were flecks of starlight within the lively green. They reminded him of stories
long forgotten. Suddenly he saw a slight flicker out of the corner of his eye
and her lips were on his. He had been so surprised he had jumped without
leaving the ground and caught his foot on a root. She laughed so much she couldn’t
hold herself up anymore and ended up with her face first on his chest and her
body shaking from a happiness he had never known before. Soon they were both
rolling on the ground hysterical. Passers-by ignored them and the world had
moved on around them. They were stuck in their own little world where
everything else in existence didn’t mean anything and all that mattered to him
was her. And yet somehow, she beat him to those three annoyingly lovely words.
Today he had planned to tell her but she was so happy. He
couldn’t spring such news onto her now. She looked down at him with those
wonderful eyes and he got lost in how beautiful she was on top of him. She
smiled gently and moved to his side in a sighing manner.
“What’s wrong Ian?”
He looked down, noticed his jeans developing a loose thread
and started picking at it with his fingers. Knowing he can’t avoid it forever
he looks up into her face and notices a sad smile.
“I’m dying, Alexis.”
“I know. Everyone is. How long?”
He’s slightly taken aback by her answer and indicates one to
two with his fingers. She nods her head in response.
“Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”
This was the moment she’d been waiting for. The moment he’d
been waiting for. He pecks her cheek and moves his lips slowly towards her ear
and then whispers.
“I love you.”
He slips a note into her pocket.
Dear Alexis,
I love your hair, your
quirky taste in colours, your very bad scrambled eggs. I love that you take up
way too much space in bed and that you light candles to blow them out again and
waste all our matches. Everything you do and say, I adore and treasure in my
chest. So I hope that sums up what I mean when I say those words even though
those few things are barely the beginning of why I love you.
Je’tadore
Je’taime
I need your laughter
I crave your voice,
I adore your addictive
nature.
I don’t think I will
ever be happier.
So once upon a time a
girl punched a boy.
He thought her name
was weird
And they fell in love.
A heart is what
connects them together
And will forever more.
My heart is my life
source
And it is yours to
take from me.
I love you so much.
Ian.
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