“How am I going to do that?” you questioned. You had no clue where to begin even if you’d adapted to this new world remarkably fast.
“That’s what we’re going to figure out.” Theo mused. “First things first, you’re going to have to learn how the hide the wings.” He walked over so he was opposite you.
“I don’t know how” you blushed. He smiled at you, his fingers reaching out to touch the feathers. Subconsciously you tensed your back, the wings fluttering in response to the contact. With admiration, Theo turned his attention back to your rosy cheeks.
24 de Marzo: Día Nacional de la Memoria por la Verdad y la Justicia
Just thought we should remember those who were disappeared (and yes, I said that correctly, ‘cuz they didn’t dissapear, they didn’t go missing, they were forced to vanish, they were kidnapped by a government that stole their identity because they were just too… free) in Argentina, over 40 years ago.
Radiohead performed here on a day like this in 2009, the first time this date was commemorated in Argentina in an official way, and they dedicated their song “How to Disappear Completely” to those who were never again found, to those who are still looking for them, and to those who were given back their true identity.
honestly I know a lotta folks found Aranea’s complete disappearance from the narrative unsatisfying after her ‘double death,’ but as someone who dreads irrelevance almost as much as Aranea, the resolution to her narrative was ridiculously thematic. how better to punish a character acting on a need to acquire respect and relevance than to ensure she’s never once brought up ever again? it’s brutal, and a punishment worthy of someone who was hellbent on destroying entire worlds and peoples simply to fulfill her personal goal.
I mean, I totally get why people were unhappy nobody ever discussed her actions or have Meenah even react to the situation, but I dunno. the theme just nails it for me
“As you approach the two month mark, you might feel like going back on your promise to disappear completely and never be found. Here are a few exercises to help with the withdrawal phase: - Remind yourself of every time you’ve ever let anyone down ever - Reason that if you go back, you’ll only repeat your past mistakes again and again until it won’t matter if you disappeared or not, because they’ll want nothing to do with you, and you’ll be on your own again - Take a multivitamin”
My Review: Short and good instructional by Nico Di Angelo. Unique formatting. Also funny? Also sad? This is a jasico must-read I’ve been meaning to draw the whole thing honestly.
“Nico, who Jason had mainly forgotten about in his few precious moments of victory, burst out of the shadows again. He must have come back for Percy, because he reached frantically for a boy who wasn’t there, who was already up and out— he gasped as he caught nothing but air.”
My Review: The tartarus au you’ve always wanted but nEVER WANTED (i’ve seriously been looking for this specific scenario for a long time and i’m so glad its happening and its well done just. yes.
““I want to do something splendid…Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead… I think I shall write books.” He read it over and over and over again, until the light from the screen burned his eyes and the words crafted in his inner-narrator’s tongue.
Three months later found him sitting in state prison’s visit room, a note and a pen ready in hand. A guard led an inmate to his table, a young blond man with scar on the corner of his lips…”
My Review: First jasico fic to make me straight up cry. AU and beautifully written. Short, dark and tragic AF.
“But there was something else. Something so microscopically imperceptible that Jason thought it might have just been doubt gnawing at the back of his mind. The apartment felt off-kilter somehow, like it had been placed on an incline that could only be felt if you had been on a flat surface long enough.”
My Review: GHOST NICO AU I was so excited for everything this fic promised to be its really well paced and gives me a lot of feelings including anguish over the fact that it’ll likely never be finished? ITs so good I still want to recommend it. Seriously. Ghost Nico. Didn’t even know I needed that so bad until this fic.
“No, it’s fine. Let me treat you for once.” He chuckled
pushing my hand away refusing my offer. His large hand ruffled through my hair
making it a mess. “Oppa!” I shouted playfully smacking his hand away.
Haesol, or rather Zion T., which he preferred I called him
that way in public, was a close friend of mine. I met him on my 20th
birthday at this nightclub in Hongdae. Being that I was a fan of his, I was
star struck. He eased my nerves by pulling his sunglasses down to the brim of
his nose and winking at me. We ended up chatting all night, mostly about his music.
I thought it was a dream until I woke up the following morning with a text from
him. That’s how our innocent friendship began a year ago.
The more I got to know him as person…as Haesol, I started to
like him more. I felt our feelings were mutual since he felt so comfortable
around me. Haesol always took his sunglasses off when it was just him and I. Those
moments looking into his eyes, are the ones I treasured the most.
“Oppa.” I whispered, slowly losing the courage to tell him
how I felt.
“Mh?” He answered keeping his eyes on the road.
“What is it?” He chuckled. His hand gently patted mine
encouraging me to say what I needed to.
“—I like you. A lot…I like you a lot. I love spending time
with you and just being around you. I’d really like it if we could date.
Exclusively.” I shyly looked over to him trying to see the expression in his
eyes. His grip on the wheel tightened and he released a deep sigh. “Was I wrong
to think you felt the same?”
“You’re important to me, but I don’t want that kind of
relationship with you.”
“I mean you’re just really young.”
“Why does my age matter?” He pulled up in front of my
apartment and parked the car. Haesol shifted in his seat and thought over his
“It just…” He seemed unsure of the words that were about to
leave his mouth.
“I mean my age shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t even be a
factor on whether you feel the same or not.” I turned slightly in my seat to
“You’re a really sweet girl, but—“
“Oppa,” I cut him off, “Do you like me or not?”
“I can’t be with you. Our ages are just…too far apart.”
“That’s not what I asked.” I was becoming frustrated with
him dancing around the subject.
“I know…I just—“
“Yes or no?”
“No! Okay, no.” He sighed and slammed his hand on the steer
“Fine.” I grabbed my purse and reached for the handle.
“It’s fine. Let’s just pretend I said nothing.”
That’s exactly what I did, I pretended as if nothing
happened. Though Haesol tried to bring the subject up several times, I always
shut him down. It was too painful to think about it or look him in the eyes as
he continuously apologized to me. I slowly tried to distance myself from him
without making it seem as if I was still hurt. Even though I was hurting…I didn’t
want Haesol to be hurt in the process too.
I started hanging out with my friends more and meeting new
people. I made sure my nights and weekends were busy so that I had no free time…any
time for him.
“Do you wanna grab dinner tonight?” He whispered into the
phone. Haesol was in the middle of filming Show Me the Money 5 and called me
during his break.
“You’ve been really busy lately.”
“Yeah, well…I have other friends that wanna spend time with
“Maybe I can join—“
“No, we’re a bit too young for you,” realizing what I said I
rushed off the phone, “Anyway I gotta go.”
Immediately regretting what I said, I texted him and invited
him to a party over the weekend. He wouldn’t know anyone there except for me,
but he could probably make new friends. The party atmosphere would be great
too. I could disappear in a crowd and not get caught up in Haesol…or my
feelings for him.
He never responded to my text and I was completely unsure if
he was coming to the party or not. I found myself constantly checking my phone
for his texts and realizing how much I missed even the simplest smile emoji
“What’s wrong?” Not realizing my dejected emotion was
plastered on my face and bringing the mood down I smiled softly.
“It’s that guy again isn’t it?” Joonie knew me so well,
without me having to say anything. He was a close friend of mine I met in Uni
during one of our group projects. I was never able to introduce Joonie and
Haesol to one another, but I spoke about Haesol to Joonie often. When I was
with Haesol…I only ever thought about him so Joonie never came up.
“I invited him to the party, but he never responded. So I
have no clue if he’s coming…or if I’ll even hear from him again.” My eyes
started to blur as I tried to hold back my tears.
“Don’t worry…even if he doesn’t come tonight, he’ll
definitely contact you again. There’s no way he wouldn’t.” He wrapped his arm
around my shoulder comforting me. A shadow casted over us and the figure
cleared their throat.
“Haesol,” I turned greeting him, “I didn’t think you were
coming.” I shrugged Joonie’s arm off of my shoulder and made room for Haesol.
“You invited me…so?” He took the seat next to me and
adjusted his sunglasses.
“Haesol this is—“
“Joonie, nice to meet you.” He interrupted and reached his
“Joonie?” Haesol accepted his hand and for a brief moment I
saw static between the two.
“Isn’t he the singer?”
“Yes…but why are you
speaking in English?”
“Because I’m a great
friend that’s going to help you.”
“Just follow along
with whatever I say or do. Okay?” He reached for my hand and laced his
fingers with mine.
“For this to work, you
have to be devoted to me and not pay attention to him.”
“…okay.” How could
I possibly not pay any attention to the one person that makes my heart skip a
“You look really beautiful tonight.” Joonie raised our laced
hands to his lips and kissed mine softly. My eyes widened in surprise and my initial
reaction was to look at Haesol. Joonie, knowing this stopped my chin with the
tip of his fingers and softly shook his head no.
“I love how it subtlety shows off parts of your body.” His
fingertips danced down my arm and to my thigh. I felt Haesol shift in his seat.
“How do you two know each other?” Haesol interrupted as his
eyes were fixed on Joonie’s hand. Seeing this he teased him more by rubbing his
hand on my thigh.
“We met in class and immediately clicked. But she’s been
fixated on some guy until recently. So I figured it’s my chance to swoop in and
steal her heart.” Joonie smirked and smiled towards me.
“Huh, is that so?” Haesol eyebrows furrowed together showing
his frustration. He reached for my wrist and tugged me from my seat, “Can you
show me where the drinks are?”
“They’re over there.” Joonie pointed and pulled me back next
to him. Haesol looked to me waiting for me to join him.
“They’re over there.” I repeated and pointed to the bar in
the back corner. He stormed off and disappeared in the crowd.
“He seems angry.” Joonie sighed and relaxed back into the
“Maybe…I should check on him.” Joonie reached for my
shoulder and pulled me back into him.
“Relax, it’s only just begun.” He had a mischievous smile on
his face as I snuggled into his arm. “Do you trust me?” He shifted to look at
“Yes, of course.”
Somehow in those few moments…I had completely forgotten
about Haesol. I don’t know if it was the physical contact or just simply
sitting and talking with a friend, but in that moment it was just Joonie and I.
His fingers playfully played with mine and he brushed loose strands of hair
away from my face. We talked about our classes and the fear of getting a good
job after graduation. He softly kissed my forehead assuring me everything would
work out. And in that moment I believed him.
The sound of a glass breaking caught my attention. Haesol
was stumbling and clumsily bent over to pick up the broken pieces. I rushed
over to his side and grabbing his arm to pull him up. The bartender kindly
reassured him everything was okay and that she would get it, but he refused.
“Haesol, no.” He reached for a large shard of glass and cut
“I got it.” His words came out a slur as he proudly showed
off the piece of glass he retrieved from the ground.
“Haesol…your hand.” Blood began to drip from his finger and
on to the floor. The bartender panicked and grabbed a small trash bin for him
to throw away the shard of glass into.
“Here.” She handed me a towel to wrap around his hand. I
grabbed him by his arm and struggled to steady him while guiding him to the
bathroom. Entering the bathroom I locked the door and dragged him to the skin.
“I hope it’s not too bad.” I mumbled pulling his hand under
the water. He flinched and moved to stand behind me. Haesol dropped his head to
my shoulder and breathed deeply.
“How could you let him touch you so casually?” He whispered
“Hm?” I washed his hand making sure there were no glass
pieces in his cut.
“—you’re already falling for him?” He lifted his head and
placed his chin on my shoulder while watching my reflection in the mirror.
“Maybe.” I hummed.
“Why’d you drink so much? This isn’t like you at all.” I
looked up in the mirror looking to him for answers.
“Do you know me…at all?”
“What does that mean?” I dried his hand and leaned against
the counter to face him.
“I mean…never mind.” He studied his hand and wrapped a paper
towel around the cut.
“Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“Maybe…but not for this cut.”
“You got cut somewhere else?” Panicking I started searching
his other hand and arms for any cuts.
“I’ve been wounded and cut deep in my heart.”
“How much did you drink?” I rolled my eyes and walked
towards the door. Haesol placed his uncut hand on the door to block me.
“Please,” he whispered and leaned his head against my back, “don’t
go.” I felt a pain in my heart and wanted to hold him close, but refused to do
as my body wished.
“There’s nothing keeping me here and Joonie’s waiting for me…so…I’m
gonna go.” I unlocked the door and turned the handle.
“I don’t like seeing you with someone else.” I tried to read
his face but couldn’t see his eyes past his sunglasses.
“That should be me holding your hand and telling you that
you look beautiful.”
“Why? I’m too young, remember?”
“You’re not…it doesn’t matter.” He stood his ground and
“So…what does that mean?” I asked anticipating the answer I’ve
wanted to hear. He walked closer to me as he prepared himself for the words
about to leave his lips.
“I missed you so much,” he removed his sunglasses, “which is
what I came to tell you tonight. But then you were flirting with that guy—“
“—that guy,” he groaned annoyed, “and I got angry, but
couldn’t figure out why. But the more I watched you with him the more upset I
“Very jealous,” he leaned in closer our lips barely
touching, “I like you, more than you know.“ Haesol’s lips gently pressed against
mine as my body completely relaxed into our kiss.
“Wow.” I whispered as he pulled away from me.
“From now on tell that guy—“
“I don’t think Joonie is really going to care if I’m taken
or not.” I smirked.
“Then I’ll tell—“
“Because he’s gay.” I smiled to myself as Haesol’s face
twisted in confusion. Laughing I silently thanked Joonie for his genius plan.
Hello! Is the ask box open? If not, feel free to delete! Otherwise, I have a this one scenario I can't get out of my head. ; u ; Can you write a scenario where Kaden meets up with Fem!Reader every so often outside of his village, and they eventually develop feelings for one another? But then the reader stumbles upon the Kitsune village one day, and he's faced with killing her? Angst is my life. <3333 Thank you so much for your hard work!
(FINALLY FINISHED!) Thank you for sending such an adorable ask! It was so fun to do, I wanted to be careful with it! I hope this came out well!
It was a normal day for Kaden. He groomed his tail, chased a butterfly, groomed his tail, ate breakfast, and groomed his tail once more. Once satisfied by how shiny it was, he happily trotted through the village, letting everyone ooh and ahh, as he decided to take a stroll in the forest.
And so he did. He morphed into his fox form, wanting to enjoy nature in it’s bare form, indulging in the scents and sights around him. And then, and then–his nose caught such a wonderful smell. He let his nose guide him, and started to sniff what seemed to be a girl. He barked; he’d never seen her in his village before who was sh–
fear no harm. - a fanmix for third impact and instrumentality.
lately (troisieme) - memoryhouse | if - pink floyd | calm down - psapp | i want to be well - sufjan stevens | how to disappear completely (and never be found again) - radiohead | now is the point at which i touch eternity - freesscape | scarlet - U2 | sleep. - entertainment for the braindead
Request: May I please have an imagine where I went to high school with Sam and we had a crush on each other, but one day I ‘disappear ’ and years later he’s on a hunt that I’m working on as well and fluff?? I love your blog so much and it would be really cool if you could, but it’s cool if you don’t want to
Warnings: Fighting, Disappearance, (I think that’s it, message me if you find any more!)
Based On: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri
Word Count: 2302
A/N: Sooooo, incredibly sorry this took so long to get out! Let me know what my Little Angels think!
Sam was shaking his leg as his eyes darted over to the clock that seemed to make time stop every time he looked at it. Come on, come on! He thought to himself. Hurry up and be over with Biology, so I don’t miss her! He grumbled angrily in is mind. Five more agonizingly slow minutes later the final bell rang and Sam quick as a flash with his long moose legs was out of there before the teacher could assign homework. Walking pass a couple who was making out up against a locker, another holding hands, and one doing that awkward spoon-waddle couples do, made Sam feel well, A) A little grossed out by all the mushy stuff that being a “Macho Hunter” has trained him to hate. And B) A little bit empty, he longed for someone to feel that way for him, for someone to not be able to breath when he’s there, but someone liking him like that? No. Impossible. Never. He could dream though, couldn’t he? A normal life, with the girl of his dreams, a couple kids, white picket fence and all that stuff that would probably never happen.
“Sam! Over here!” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. His head shakes as if clearing out the thoughts that distracted him from your presence. Looking up, he sees you waving him over to your locker, a bright smile on your face. Pushing through a few people in the crowded halls to get to you, he reaches your locker with his heart hammering in his chest at the close proximity between the two of you. A plan was formulated in his head, the spring dance was coming up and he was dying to ask you out. Gathering up his courage, and taking a deep breath, he begins to ask the question that’s been killing him inside and yet keeping him alive for weeks.
“S-so, uh, (Y/N) the umm, the spring ball is, uh, is-” He stutters losing confidence after the first syllable was uttered.
“Sam,” He looks up at you, preparing himself for the rejection. “I would love to go to the spring dance with you.” A sharp intake of breath can be heard from Sam, as he stares blankly at you. Snapping out of his daze, his eyes have a spark in them that looks like something akin to new hope. Pulling you into a bone crushing hug that lifts you off the ground, you begin to laugh at his antics a wide grin plastered on your face, you never thought in your wildest dreams that he would ever ask you out and to the dance no less.“Sam, I hate to be the one to break up the hug, but my mom’s probably waiting for me.” You say a little disappointed that his arms being wrapped around you had to end do so soon. Sam releases you from his grip, a shy smile playing on his lips as he rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. You let out a giggle your hand going to cover your mouth. “Pick me up at eight on Saturday?”
“Saturday at eight.” He confirms.
“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You call out to him as you walk backwards away from him, before turning and running toward the school doors. When you make it to the parking lot, your hands curl up into fists, coming up to your face beginning to shake in anticipation as a girlish giggle shriek escapes your lips. Your mother’s car is waiting for you out in the parking lot, it doesn’t take long to find after all, who else in this town owns a turquoise 1969 Plymouth Road Runner Hemi. On the way to her car you notice a Black 1963 Impala, a guy who must’ve been in his 20′s was sitting inside bobbing his head up and down to whatever music was playing. Your mother honks the horn to bring you out of your staring. Opening the car door you toss your bag into the back seat, you pull on your seat belt, and let out a relaxed breath.
“Alright Kiddo, everything’s packed and ready to go!” Oh no. Whenever she used that phrasing, it mean that you were moving to a new town.
“What? Mom, we can’t go yet! Can’t we just wait till Sunday? I have a date!”
“Sorry Sugar, we have a case, something’s been terrorizing a small town in Cincinnati, Ohio” You huff in exasperation. Why couldn’t she let some other hunters handle it! Turning away from her to look out the window, you notice a certain mop of brown hair getting into the black impala from before, you give him a small wave as a final goodbye.
Sam looked for you at school the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. He was getting worried, you weren’t one to miss school. He was so worried that he even stopped by your house on the fourth day you were missing, to see if you were sick, only to find your house completely vacant. No one at your high school ever heard from you again. A few weeks later, Sam had to move away.
The years passed by both of your lives had been hectic. Your mother had passed away two years earlier from a heart condition, since then you’ve been hunting on your own. While Sam dealt with his crazy family. A hunt popped up in your old town, people who had been working on your ten year high school reunion have begun to disappear. You received an invite a few days ago, how they found you, you’ll never know. A sigh escapes your lips at the prospect of going back to your old school, but who else is going to save the people. A certain long haired Winchester pops into your mind, eh he probably hates you for standing him up to the dance all those years ago. You flop back down on the motel bed in exasperation.
Meanwhile, in a motel room a few states over.
“Sam, I’m telling you, it’s the only way!” Dean replies to Sam’s persistent arguing.
“Ugh, fine. But you have to go to.” Sam insists. Gathering up their stuff into Duffel bags the boys head out, eventually finding a motel room on the edge of town.
The night of the reunion came far quicker than you would have liked. The worst part of this whole reunion, you know besides the monster killing people, was most definitely the theme, prom. They just had to choose prom, that meant you had to buy a dress with the money you were saving to get a few new car parts with.
So, there you were standing outside the gymnasium in a long, strapless, dark blue dress that hugged your curves, with silver rhinestones decorating the neckline. Smoothing out your dress, and fixing your hair in your compact mirror, you take a deep breath. Placing your compact in your black clutch, next to the silver knife and Tupperware full of lamb’s blood, you push through the doors, unknowingly catching the attention of a 6'4 Winchester.
Quickly going off to the side, hoping to avoid being noticed, that’s all you need for the old popular girls to get their hooks into you. Oh, they made your life Hell. Your gaze travels around the room, might as well do some people watching while you wait for the monster to show itself, you spot two men conversing by the punch bowl, the taller one has his back to you. The shorter one seems to notice your staring, and hits the moose like one in the arm, jerking his head in your general direction. It’s at this moment where you wish you could vanish into the wall, as the taller one turns his head, and you realize it’s Sam Winchester the guy who made your heart race all those years ago, and his gaze on you seems to still have the same effect on you. And oh, God, he’s coming this way!
“Uh, hi, I’m Sam, Sam Winchester.” He introduces himself
“Oh, I know who you are Sam, and I have a feeling that once I introduce myself you’re going to hate me.” You reply covering your eyes with your hand, glad for the dim lighting in the gym, so he wouldn’t he able to see your scarlet cheeks. A confused look spread across Sam’s face, there was something familiar about you, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Oh, really? Why’s that?” He asks in amusement.
“Well, let’s see: I had a crush on you back in the day, I’m pretty sure you had a crush on me, You asked me out to the spring dance senior year, I said yes only to never show…” A sliver a recognition crosses his features, before a small grin can be found on his face.
“Wait a minute… No, it can’t be… (Y/N)?” A laugh escapes your lips. He remembered you!
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“I-I don’t believe it! And to clear a little thing up, I was never mad at you, I was a little worried since we were friends, I mean your house was empty, and as far as I know no one ever heard from you again. To tell you the truth, I’m surprised you’re even here!“ He exclaims. You suppress a giggle by covering your mouth with your hand.
“You and me both.”
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you disappear?”
“Uh, my mom had to move f-for uh, work.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.
A slow song begins to play, as wives grab their husband’s hands, dragging them to the dance floor. A sly smirk is etched on your lips, as you run a hand down Sam’s arm.
“You know… We never did get that dance.” A small chuckle leaves his lips as he guides you to the dance floor. You place your arms around his neck. His hands go to your waist, as you begin to sway to the music. The lyrics begin, and you start whispering them.
Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more
Your head is resting on Sam’s chest, while his chin is on the top of your head.
“For a thousand years, huh?” Sam mumbles the question, before he can really think about it.
“And a thousand more…” The lights go out completely in the gym, causing mummers to rise from the surrounding crowd. A realization passes through you both, that this must be the Djin you were hunting. You mutter an excuse about going to the ladies room, while Sam says he’s going to go see what’s wrong with the lights.
As quickly as you can in heels you rush out the doors, grabbing your black clutch from the table where you left it. Taking a prowling stance, you pen your purse, grabbing the container on lamb’s blood, and the silver knife, before stuffing your bag under your arm. You dip the blade in the blood, replacing everything in your bag, before proceeding with caution.
You follow the hallways down to the basement. Trying to make as little noise as possible while stepping down the stairs. Halfway down the steps, you stop and grab a flashlight from your purse. The dank, dark room had water dripping from the ceiling, leaving a small puddle in its wake. A shadowy figure crept up behind you, unnaturally sparkling blue eyes, glowing in the pool of dark water. You spin around, knocking the Djin’s hand away from your face. A swift punch to your gut knocks the wind out of you, making you fall on your back, the knife sliding away from your hand. The Djin makes a grab for you, you roll away from him and grab the blade off the ground. Standing up, you dodge a blow, and stab him in the stomach. He falls to the floor dead, as two sets of footsteps come rushing down the stairs. The light flicker back on, you look up from the body at your feet, to see Sam and the man you had seen him talking to earlier staring at bewildered.
“Uh…” Is the only thing that comes out of your mouth. “I-I can explain, you see I, uh, I-I don’t have a good answer, shit.” You return your gaze to the two men, to see them holding back grins. You all erupt into a fit a laughter, yours more nervous than anything.
“So, you’re a hunter too?” Sam asks after you all calm down.
“Yeah, I guess we have more in common than I thought Sam.” You reply chuckling. You both begin gazing at each other, heart rates in sync.
“Uh, I’ll go dispose of the body.” Dean states, though its barely notice by you and Sam. As if in a trance you walk closer to one another, his arms go around your waist, your hands go up to his neck to pull him closer. His lips capture yours in a sweet and gentle kiss. Your hands go up to his hair, running your fingers through it, as his grip on your waist tightens, as if he can’t get enough of you. Breaking away for air, you look into his hazel eyes, a smile, unable to contain itself finds its way onto your lips.
“Its safe to say that this is the best reunion ever.”