Sunshine Melted Into Sound.
Individuals may often discover that the most unique and memorable quality of a person is their voice. Listening to someone enlighten you with their thoughts - or even something as simple as deciphering a story out loud - can bring a feeling of tranquility, unlike anything else. The sound of one’s words just might make you close your eyes and hold on to each and every one.
The evenings in California were so beautiful at this time of year. The sun was setting over the horizon, painting the sky a faded shade of pink with swirls of yellow and orange. The early spring wind was cool and breezy, which felt rather refreshing after having the sun’s hot rays beaming down during the day. The dusk was perfect for sitting outside and under the Golden State sky just to unwind.
For (Your Name), a night like this meant getting a little peace and quiet and there was no better way to do so than to spend some time out on the back patio with the nightfall breeze fluttering through her wavy curls while getting wrapped up into a good book.
While she sat in the terra sol patio chair with her legs curled up and tucked underneath her, perusing page after page of Marc Alain’s Happiness—One Day At a Time, Justin was sitting on the opposite side with his right arm stretched out across the top of the seat and his legs crossing over one another. He was scrolling through his phone but really had no interest in what he was looking at. Occasionally, he would glance up and nonchalantly admire (Your Name) as she continued to read. He loved how focused she appeared to be on whatever she was reading; every time she turned a page, she would tuck a loose curl that seemed to always fall in front of her eyes behind her ear.
Seeing her deep in her thoughts and so attentive to every word she read brought a smile to Justin’s face.
After (Your Name) had completed another chapter, she looked up from the book for a quick second, only to see Justin’s eyes studying her as he smiled. She felt the heat in her cheeks growing, she figured that they had also turned a bright shade of red. This was the kind of effect which Justin had on her, even just looking at her was enough to make her blush.
“What?” She asked while smiling curiously. Her expression only made Justin’s smile grow wider. He found her innocence to be one of her most attractive qualities and one that he loved greatly.
“I just love watching you read, you look so cute,” he chuckled softly and gave her a flirtatious wink. He then opened his arms out wide; his way of inquiring (Your Name) to move closer to him.
She consented and scooted over to the end of the outdoor sofa where Justin was sitting and settled herself against his chest. With his right arm wrapped around her shoulders, Justin’s left arm embraced (Your Name) from around her waist.
Their body heat penetrated against one another, keeping each other warm. By now, the wind had begun to cool down; (Your Name) was dressed in the periwinkle satin and lace summer dress that she loved to wear around the house for its extreme comfort. Justin was wearing his signature gray sweat pants and black hoodie, which helped to shield out the cold. He held (Your Name) closer to his chest, tenderly squeezing her in an attempt to give her more warmth. A comfortable silence fell between them; the only sounds to be heard were that of the wind and the busy city life off in the distance. Justin noticed Alain’s book still in (Your Name)’s hands.
“Why don’t you read your book out loud?” Justin asked. (Your Name) was surprised by his request. She turned her head around and looked at him with a confused expression. She asked, “what?” thinking she may have misheard him the first time.
“I want to listen to you read… just to hear your voice, please,” he began twirling her loose ringlets around with his fingers. Justin was never the type of person to become so deeply interested in books but he could listen to (Your Name)’s beautiful voice as she deciphered one — word for word — for hours.
(Your Name) smiled and acknowledged his request. She settled comfortably in Justin’s embrace with her back against his chest and opened up the book to the page where she had left off before. She began to read aloud as Justin brushed his fingers through her hair while his chin rested on the top of her head.
“July 1st — The Power of Love.”
(Your Name) glanced up at Justin, giving him a warm smile. Justin kissed the center of her forehead and gave her a look that said, “Please, continue.”
And so she did.
“…Love is not a feeling as such, although we may feel tenderness and an affinity towards another person. Love is something else. Love sterns from our own will to love, from a fundamental choice that defines our relationship with human beings and with life…”
“…I choose love. I choose to be a loving person. And by choosing love, I transform my life, I transform the way I see the world, I transform my every action…”
Justin closed his eyes as a sudden shiver rushed up his spine. With every little word that escaped through (Your Name)’s lips, he felt his pulse become more rapid. The sound of her voice was so pleasant; it was pure and bright; she could speak in a way that it could make anyone feel warm inside, like a ray of sunshine had been melted into sound.
Listening to (Your Name)’s voice was like listening to the wind. It was enticing and alluring; the flow of her tone when her voice would rise and fall was so sweet and mellow, it was calming and full of tranquility. It was an addiction which Justin could never shake.
“July 5th — Romance.”
“…Romance is the champagne of life. It is the magic that has you want to dance the tango, it gives you wings and makes you happy to simply be alive…”
“…In reality, there is only one moment, the present moment. If we waste this moment on thinking about tomorrow or yesterday, it fades away quickly and disappears forever. Here and now, why not resolve to live the present moment to its fullest… The greatest pleasures in life are brought to us by the present moment. So I resolve to live in the present moment, here and now…”
(Your Name) felt a gentle kiss on the top of her head. She glanced up to see Justin’s eyes that were pools of dark brown. For what felt like an eternity, the two gazed at one another with smiles imprinted across both of their lips, neither speaking a single word.
“Shall I keep reading?” (Your Name) broke the silence. Justin quickly nodded his head in response.
“Of course,” he said in a hushed voice. His face was now only inches away from (Your Name)’s, his lips brushing ever so gently along her hair and across the side of her cheek. “I could listen to you all night.”
(Your Name) chuckled at his comment. Why he was being so affectionate in a way he had never been before and why he suddenly had an interest in listening to her read to him aloud — something he also had never done before — was unknown to her.
She continued to read.
“July 31st — True Love.”
“A quote from Daphne Rose Kingma…”
“True love is much more than a feeling, a sensation, much more than a magical interlude of emotional inebriation that overwhelms us when the full moon is only a tiny sliver. Love is a range of behaviors, attitudes, and abilities whose practice creates and maintains a state that we call love. It is a dimension in the form of a relationship that satisfies, vivifies and heals, but it is also the product of a complex effort. In truth, love is ‘the work of love’ that is apparent only when we realize that in addition to being a gift, it is quite an undertaking…”
(Your Name) had been reading for almost an hour but to Justin, it had felt like only a few short minutes. He smiled and watched her intensely. She was so oblivious of how therapeutic her voice was to him. Feeling the goosebumps rise all over her arms from the coldness, his hands began rubbing her skin up and down in a nonchalant and soothing matter.
“Are you tired of listening to me yet?” she asked in a joking matter but also with a sense of curiosity. Justin was quick to shake his head before gently nipping her chin with his thumb and index finger. “I could never get tired of listening to that incredibly beautiful voice of yours,” he whispered.
“You, sweetheart, have the voice of an angel.”
(Your Name) noticed that his face was slowly moving in towards hers. She closed her eyes just before she felt his lips softly overlap hers, swallowing her breath she molded her lips to fit perfectly with his. She smiled against the kiss and slowly her eyes fluttered back open as she felt Justin pull away.
The sun had now almost completely descended and there was now a surreal blend of sunset and a starry night sky left in its wake. Turning to another page, (Your Name) once again began perusaling out loud while Justin continued to listen, letting her angelic voice and soothing words free his mind.
The End ♡
PS - Hope you enjoyed it. The book which I’ve quoted from is one that I’m currently reading and that is Happiness—One Day At a Time by Marc Alain. It’s written in a page-a-day format and it’s sort of a guideline on how to live a healthy life: physically, mentally and spiritually. It’s rather very calming and peaceful to read and I highly recommend it if you’re into such type of books. Thanks for reading 💗
PPS - I’m always open to more ideas. Send requests anytime ❤️😘