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There she was, looking back at him. He was so engrossed with his sudden flashbacks of his special memories with her that he didn’t realize she was there. That she had come back. With watery eyes, she was sitting from the other side of the small treehouse and was wearing the smile he loved so much. It was the same, despite the fact that her features had matured.
“Hey you.” she greeted like nothing had ever happened.
“Hey.”
“You know, I suddenly remembered my last day here four years ago.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “When you unexpectedly kissed me.”
Her cheeks began to turn red. “Yeah.”
“And you did that because you were leaving.”
“Not just because of that.” Her cheeks turn even redder.
“You’re pretty extreme, you know.” he said to her.
An annoyed face was given in reply to his teasing, yet truthful, remark.
“You should’ve seen your face though, when I kissed you.” she challenged.
This time, it was his turn to blush. He looked down, trying to avoid her gaze.
“I missed you.” she suddenly said. “I’m sorry I had to leave. My father was sick and stuck in Spain. Mom and I had to go help him. And I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. It was too sudden... and hard.”
“It was hard on me too.”
“I know.” she replied, remorse thick in her tone.
A quiet moment ensued, but contrary to her expectations, it wasn’t awkward. Instead, she could only wonder why that despite all the wrong things she’s done, he was watching her with a soft countenance.
“I wrote you a song, like I promised you that day.”
She looked up. “Really?! Can I hear it?” The same cheerfulness that he also loved oh-so much could be heard in her voice.
He nodded, and reached for the guitar he always kept in the treehouse ever since his second day there.
At that moment, even though he merely held the guitar, she was already entranced.
His hands began to strum the instrument, and the sound of the song filled the air. Soon, his beautiful voice joined the beautiful melody.
Do you remember when we were just kids,
and cardboard boxes took us miles from what we would miss?
School yard conversations taken to heart,
and laughter took the place of everything we knew we were not.
I want to break every clock.
the hands of time could never move again.
We could stay in this moment for the rest of our lives.
Is it over now hey, hey is it over now?
I want to be your last first kiss
that you'll ever have.
I want to be your last first kiss.
Amazing how life turns out, the way that it does.
We end up hurting the worst, the only ones we really love.
I want to break every clock.
the hands of time could never move again.
We could stay in this moment for the rest of our lives.
Is it over now hey, hey is it over now?
I want to be your last first kiss
that you'll ever have.
I want to be your last first kiss.
Is it over now hey, hey is it over now?
Is it over now hey, hey it's not over now.
I want to be your last first kiss
that you'll ever have.
I want to be your last first love
that you'll ever have.
Lying here beside me, palms and eyes open wide,
I want to your last first kiss
for all time.
Her eyes weren’t just moist anymore. This time, tears began to fall uncontrollably. With her hands, she immediately wiped them away and sniffled. “It’s beautiful!”
“You don’t have to lie.”
“I'm not! It’s true!”
“Thanks.”
“No problemo!”
They chuckled earnestly.
“Hey look!” she suddenly shouted. The sunset painted a wonderful picture, as beautiful as his song. And as they watched, their bodies slowly but surely inched closer together. Then, their hands intertwined. Their heads turned to face each other, and smiled.
And then they looked at the sunset again like this was a ritual they've been doing for so long, and in a way, it was.
Yes, reality was hard, and it will continue to be. They had their problems, but at least now, they felt that they had the strength to face anything—any obstacle—that came.
The End.
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song is not mine. i give all song credits to ANBERLIN (I also thank the band so much for the inspiration to write this oneshot....)
wat do u tink? (thanks for the patience, Janna. ^^)