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Hi, I'm Jac. I'm really bad at these things because I never know what to write about myself. Some main things are just... I'm loud I complain I like to argue I'm optimistic I talk a lot, but I listen just as well. I watch too many movies, probably cause I'm lazy. I'm sarcastic, so I apologize in advance

Monday, April 5, 2010

April 6th 2010

They walked side by side, not a word spoken.
Just the sounds of the beach, the crashing waves and sand under their bare feet.
The sounds of the bonfire could be heard, but only a muffle.
He looked over his shoulder, seeing the blazing light, but wanted no part in it.
She held her shoes in one hand, her eyes casting down to her feet, watching them sink in the dampness.
Her fine lips pressed together as she looked up at him. He was looked at her too.
Her cheeks flushed, the moon reflecting off the water, shining on her face.
He smiled, so slightly. She was beautiful to him. The way the stars shone, was nothing compares to her eyes
She moved a bit closer, so the backs of their hands touched.
His finger lifted to touch hers. But it wasn't enough.
He moved his whole hand, feeling the warmth of her skin sit in the palm of his hand.
She looked down at their hands. His was rough, but so gentle.
Her lips curved again, letting a slight smile slip.

They walked side by side, for far too long.
They were alone, no one else in sight.
She turned to face the water, while he turned to face her.
She could feel his stare, it made her heart throb.
She bit on her lip, just the corner, turning her head slowly to face him.
He was smiling at her again. Not a large smile.
A soft smile. A comforting one.
His hand moved around her waist and she immediately found a place against his body.
Her head leaned against his chest. Her hands in fists, nesting by her cheeks.
He started to hum, her favourite song.
Her heart fluttered in her chest.

They swayed in the sand, nothing but them and the moon.
Their bodies, moved as one. Moving left to right.
She closed her eyes, never wanted this moment to end.
But his hand moved up her back, moving close to her face.
She looked up to him, his hand resting on her cheek.
He moved his face down to hers, his breath lingering on her lips.
She moved her face closer to feel the longing touch of his kiss.

She waited to feel their lips merge, but the cold wind caressed her skin.
She opened her eyes to see his image fading away.
He backed away from her, his body now transparent.
She called his name, but he couldn't respond.
She ran after him, but he moved further away.
Her lip began to quiver, tears welling up in her eyes.

She stirred in her bed, waking up slowly.
Her cheeks were wet, stained with tears started from a dream.
A silly dream. A stupid dream.
She sat up, wiping her face, like every other morning.
He haunted her dreams every night.
Waking her in the morning with a broken heart.
She was once happy dreaming about him. But now, it made her one way love hurt.