[Original post from blossom_017 @ Tabulas.com.]
They sat on the cold stone bench in the half-light of sunset. She smiled at him, and he reached out with a warm hand, drew her closer, and set his arm around her shoulders, letting her rest her head against his shoulder.
Skye breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of the grass in the green, the sun on the horizon, the wind in her hair.. Beside her, Patrick was silently taking in the beautiful view, his arm still around her, pressing her close.
He’s always been like that.. ever since I met him. Skye thought, looking up at her friend, loving the way the sunlight cast shadows across his well-sculpted features.
Always the sweet one, unconsciously making your heart beat like a war drum when he draws near.. but he does it to every girl he knows.. he’s not afraid of getting physical.. he’s not afraid of putting his arms around a girl, whether she’s his girlfriend, or just his best friend.
She loved him. Longed for him with an aching of the heart intense enough to make her cry. She craved his touch, his smile..
But he didn’t know. Not yet, at least. Skye moved closer to Patrick’s comforting warmth.
Standing outside the bar, watching her breath turn into pretty white clouds in the freezing air, Skye waited for Patrick to come out. He soon emerged, dressed in a thick jacket. He took one glance at her faintly smiling blue lips and jumped.
“My god, you’re freezing to death!” He wrapped her in his jacket, and took her in his arms. Skye smiled thankfully up at him, and reaching up, tweaked his nose gently. The expression on his face was hidden in the shadows, but he slid a warm hand over Skye’s cheek, tipping her face up so he could look into her eyes.
I thought he was going to kiss me then. Skye thought bitterly. I thought wrong. He’s never kissed me.. everytime I thought he was going to, he’d simply laugh, take my hand, and walk me home.
“How are you?” she asked warily, picking his hand up and letting it drop back down. “Sleepy.” he replied softly, smiling at her. “Iced Vodka does strange things to me.” It was then that Skye saw her chance. She moved slightly away from him. “Patrick..” she whispered. He smiled at her, and his warm brown eyes shone. “And that would be me.”
She touched him softly on the arm. “Do you know what you do to me?” He leaned closer, tipping her chin up with a gentle finger, flirtingly. “No..” his lips were dangerously close to hers. “tell me.”
Skye took in a deep breath, inhaling the sunset and the cold wind.. closed her eyes, and gently pushed him away.
“You make waking up painful.” There was no smile on her lips, and she was dead serious.
Patrick stared at her, puzzled. “What?” Skye glared fiercely at him through blue eyes. “You make waking up each morning so damn painful.. simply because I just can’t leave you in my dreams.” She held up a trembling hand. “You make my hands shake, my knees weak, and my heart stop.”
She shut her eyes tight, breathing uneven, knowing very well that this was probably the stupidest thing she had ever done in her whole life. But she knew it had gone too far to turn back.
“You make me cry into my pillow each night, you make me unfocused, you make me forget every other boy I have ever loved.”
“Wait.. Skye..” Patrick stammered helplessly, but Skye raised a hand, staring at him with bright eyes. “You make every star in the sky seem like a wish gone wrong. You make every dream I ever had pale in comparison. You make my nights darker, and my days with you full of light..”
A tear slid slowly down her cheek as her voice grew choked.
“You make me realize true heartbreak, and you make me realize true love. You make me wait for you, then you never show up or follow through.”
“Skye..” Patrick caught her hand in his, and she made no move to pull away. She was crying freely now, eyes bright with tears. “I’ve always thought of you as a friend.. but..”
Skye touched his lips, and he fell silent. “Let me finish.. I just want to get this out of my system.”
She took a deep breath, glanced at the stars above, and wiped her tears away with a stubborn hand. In a voice meant to be strong, but with the faintest hint of wistful sadness.. she whispered.
“You make me crave, you make me cry.. you make me wish, and you make me die slowly.. day by day.”
Skye stared up at the young man who was her best friend.
“Patrick, don’t you understand?! You make me love you.”
Then one took the other in his arms and kissed her, under the light of a thousand stars and one moon.
Currently listening to: silence
Currently reading: One Hundred Years of Solitude by G. G. Marquez
Currently feeling: romantic
♥ Monique ♥