kellan and kiera

She blinked, and I could see the exhaustion in the bags under her eyes. I patted my lap again and gave her a warm, non-threatening smile. I just want to hold you. Like she could hear me, she nodded, then adjusted herself so she could rest her head on my lap.

She turned into me, like she didn’t care about the movie anymore, and I put my arm over her body, cocooning her in my warmth. I ran my fingers through her hair, soothing her…soothing me. She was asleep in minutes, her breath light through her parted lips. I didn’t watch the movie either, just stared at her face, memorizing the lines, curves and freckles. She was perfect. Simple, yet extraordinary.

Careful to not wake her up, I brought my knuckle to her cheek and ran it down her skin. It was like touching silk. She twitched, but didn’t move away. A smile spread on my lips as peace spread through my body. Denny was an idiot for leaving her…but I was extremely happy he had.

—  Kellan Kyle, Thoughtful

She handed me the necklace, and my fingers were shaking as I took it. The guitar was perfectly crafted, delicate, but sturdy, and there was a large circle diamond in the center that sparkled in the lights. It was me, and it was Kiera…the perfect embodiment of what we were, or rather, what we’d never be. I couldn’t think of anything better to give her, to help her remember me, and what we’d gone through. “I’ll take it,” I whispered, not even looking at the price tag.

“Excellent,” the woman beamed. “I’ll go ring you up.”

While she walked away, Evan stepped up to me. “Kellan…you can’t expect her to wear that. It’s too obvious.”

I shook my head as I stared at the glow emanating from the diamond. “I don’t expect her to. I don’t expect anything. But this is what I want to give her.” My eyes were watering when I looked over at him. “This is how I want to say goodbye.”

—  Kellan Kyle, Thoughtful by S.C Stephens

Throughout our set, I kept one eye on the doors for Denny. He should be showing up any time. I wondered if he’d look the same—unruly dark hair that stuck up everywhere, short, skinny frame. I wondered what his girlfriend looked like. I kept picturing her as a petite blonde thing for some reason.

The song we were singing was a fan favorite, and everywhere I looked people were singing along. I focused in on the group in front of me. Propping a foot up on a speaker, I leaned out into the crowd, letting them touch me. It was complete mayhem, but the way they grinned made me smile. It was nice to be able to make people happy, even if it was for a really strange reason.

I was suggestively running my hand down my body when I felt something. It was the oddest sensation I’d ever felt, like lightning was about to strike and the air was charged with static electricity; even though it was warm in the bar, my skin was pebbled with goose bumps. I kept the majority of my attention on the girls clamoring for me to notice them, but I lifted my eyes to the doors.

There was a girl being led into the bar. Whoever was with her was weaving her through the packed crowd. I couldn’t see the person in the lead at all, and was only catching glimpses of the mystery woman, but it was enough. I saw hundreds of girls every night, some plain, some beautiful enough to be highly sought after cover models, but this girl…even seeing her through a crowd, there was something about her that sang to me. It nearly stopped me in my tracks. Mentally, at least. I was having difficulty getting the right words to come out of my mouth. I was sure I’d said those last two lines completely wrong.

—  Kellan Kyle, Thoughtful