Lil-Angel78

He had an old car. You know, the kind of car that you’re slightly embarassed to be seen in, yet deep inside, you’re glad you have a ride to begin with.

A ride. She would ride with him rarely, yet when she did, he’d take special care of her, and he’d make sure she was comfortable and happy. But he didn’t need to make sure of it…he didn’t know, but everytime she was with him, she would smile on the inside and wish the night would never end.

She didn’t show this though. She had a type of protective barrier to her personality, one that is so difficult to break down, nobody had ever seen this hidden part of her soul. She never smiled. She never held herself back, but nothing seemed funny or amusing enough for her complex thoughts. Him, though, he never got bored of her, you see. He had this hidden determination to dig deep inside her and find that locked drawer, and open it. It took time. Patience was the key, and he held himself back many times from telling her he loved her. One night though, it slipped. His lips didn’t say it, his heart screamed it out, and she heard it, like a whisper. It was a quiet night, the occasional sound of crickets and rustling tree leaves flowing through the night like a symphony. I’d like to tell you they were in a romantic place, and she told him she loved him back, but I couldn’t lie. They were, of all places, in his car…the old car. They were parked on the side of a dark road, over-looking the old and abandoned glue factory of the small town.

She was quiet, like all nights. Her brown hair hung loosely around her shoulders in light twirls, her brown eyes fixated on a branch swinging back and forth to the rhythym of the wind. Their breathings were in sync. This happened often, as if their souls were connected, even though, in all appearences, she was disconnected.

“You look beautiful…
-Stop bullshitting me, she replied harshly.”

Any man would have easily backed away from this hoarse comment, driven her home and forgotten her name and number. But not him, he smiled. He kissed her nose.

“Ok, he whispered”

That’s when his heart screamed that he loved her. The night was quiet, and nobody would have heard a thing. But he knew she heard. He knew it because he thought he saw a tiny smile draw itself upon her pink lips. But perhaps he had imagined it.

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