Fate, they say is an inevitable thing. That our daily actions, can sway, but never truly change who we are. That deep down inside truths are hiding, waiting to be discovered or burdening us forever.
When you love someone, and I mean truly love, is it better to keep it hidden, merely warming yourself with the flames of your affection, or is it better to let it all out and risk the torment of rejection? When all you care is this person- their every action and thought, but yet it seems you can never find a way of communicating this- is it really love at all?
Yes, I think it is.
I live for those moments of serendipitous ecstasy when we’re walking down the street, bodies touching, arms linked. You’ve got a girlfriend, and I have someone as good as waiting for me. It isn’t right, but can we help it? Fate, as I have previously said, is thought to be inevitable.
I like to think that we’re joined by fate. I fancy that we are.
Evening breezes surge around us, encasing us with the scents of summer; our summer… honeysuckle, dew, fresh rain and the rich musky scent of each other. Desire pulls me closer to you, rationality pulls me away.
Overhead dark clouds are closing in, shutting off the sunshine and cooling our skin. It looks like rain. Subconsciously we hold each other closer. It’s nice to feel this way I guess. To know that there’s always someone who’ll you love, no matter what. Because really, there’s no way that I could ever not love you. I promise you that. re
Together we hear the ominous tones of thunder rumbling far away, across the hills, but I can already smell the rain on the earth in the distance. The wind is picking up and blowing the scents towards us. As we walk you turn to me and smile. A single drop of rain falls on you nose. You laugh, smile at me and we keep walking.
Feeling slightly nervous I eye my white shirt. It’s a commonly know fact that white material is particularly prone to turning see-through when wet. I shift the fabric anxiously and look up at the sky. I’m too distracted to notice you eyeing my thin white shirt as well.
Sure, nothing has actually happened between us yet, but you and I both know that we think about it.
Goosebumps erupt across my arm and you rub your hand over my skin, trying to warm me with the friction. I’m touched by the tenderness of this gesture, but you’ve always done things like this for me. I hope you always will. I shiver once more and you continue to look concerned. Your pale skin creases and the wind shifts your hair around your face and blocks your beautiful eyes.
I wish that I would shiver once more, just so you would touch me again. You ask me if I’m okay, stopping in the middle of the road to give me a quick once over. I lace our hands together and murmer an assurance that I’m fine.
So we keep walking. The wind picks up speed, and so do we. I the wind makes me happy. It plays with the hem of my shirt and messes our hair. I laugh at as we run down the road, hand in hand.
The rain arrives faster than I thought it would. Slowly but surely it begins to patter down around us. I groan and you laugh, holding my hand tighter and smiling at me again. I notice that your smiles light up the world.
It comes down faster and harder, stinging my skin as it pelts from the sky. The icy drops shock my skin as they crash against me. Two minutes into the downpour both you and I are gasping. Laughing and clutching at each other we slip up the road.
And I was right. My shirt is completely see-through. The outline of my bra is clearly visible through it. Without saying a word you eye me, take my hand and start running faster down the main street if Hogsmede.
Everyone else is inside, but not us. Your warm, wet body bumps against mine as we run. My head is spinning.
We run from the beaten track and down one of the side alleys, one that leads out of the village and into the farming country next to it. As were run along we shout at each other- your voice comes to me in waves of vibrancy, your happy laughter makes my body tingle.
“Harry! What’re we doing?” I shout at you over the pouring of that rain. “This is crazy. We’re soaked!”
“Ha ha, I know! Isn’t it brilliant?”
Astounded I look over at you. Water is dripping from your face, your hair hangs dishevelled around your head. You shake your head like a dog to move the hair from your eyes. That makes me smile. Hectic patches of red colour have formed on your cheeks; your chest rises and fall as you stand there waiting for me to say something.
You are beautiful.
“Yes,” I say at last. “Yes, it is brilliant.”
You grin; roguish delight highlighting your features. You take my hand once more and we’re off again. We run down the narrow cobbled street. Thick green hedges line the sides and stray branches lash our faces as we rush past.
And then suddenly we’re out in the open, and it’s amazing.
We’re standing in a vast green meadow. The grass comes of to my waist, swaying from the wind and the rain. Stirred from their rest, awakened by the rain, thousands upon thousands of white moths rise up into the sky. The spiral upwards and outwards, a platoon of beauty. I gaze at you in wonder and you look back, equally awed.
I look at you and cannot breathe.
… I want to say something but cannot speak.
And then our lips are touching and I cannot think at all.
… This is our moment of perfection and I want it to last forever.
In perpetuum.
A/N: This was written for a challenge a while ago. I recently edited it. In perpetuum is meant to mean 'forever' or something, in Latin. Haha. I have no idea,
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