Did she wait midnight solely to wish him happy birthday, despite her eyes struggling to stay open? You BET. Gently tugging at his sleeve, with a sleepy but tired smile, Eileen hands him a well kept vinyl of Frank Sinatra, together with a REALLY dorky, hand knitted key-chain of a bear. That's not all, however -- there's also a cd, cover hand drawn & decorated by her, it's him & her & random hearts. 'Songs to go to sleep'. A collection of relaxing, sweet songs, personally picked. (Cont.)
When she’s done delivering it all, she gently hugs him, wrapping her arms around his chest, propping herself up – a series of kisses being pressed on his face, cheeks, nose, chin, twenty-eight, to be precise. “Fe… feliz cumpleaños, Lanzo.” Her spanish sucks, but she tries. Another toothy smile. “Let me add another kiss next year & the year after that too.”
the fact that she fought against the urge to fall asleep solely to wish him a happy birthday drew a faint smile upon the magnate’s face . eileen ——his own summer solstice , the lighthouse of his life , the liberator of his burdens who relieved him of his inner plight —— eileen , the girl whose kindness and undaunted optimism surmounted depravity and triumphed against iniquity itself . the capacity of her altruism knew no limits , for she was breathing, walking evidence that nothing was impossible —— she was the flower blooming atop of the moon’s cratered ground , she was the lone plume that sprouted atop of a cactus in the sahara , the sole marigold growing on the windowsill of an abandoned bar in a barren , desolate ghost town . she is the one who maps out the constellations in a empty nighttime sky , and when you say there’s nothing out there , she inspires you to utilize your imagination and make your own stars . the extent of her benevolence merited its own compendium in a library , it’s own section , even !!
❛ you didn’t have to stay up so late , kiddo. ❜ the label is spoken with sincere endearment and by no means patronizing ; for him to speak ill of his own achilles’ heel was unheard of and asinine . she is the color on his fingers as he paints a new world with his true colors – if he were the kingmaker in a game of thrones , she would be his confidante, his advisor , without a doubt . roughly - hewn features melt and soften as she emerges , bearing presents in her arms , and he removes himself from his seat , shutting the laptop closed before moving to approach her sleepyweary figure / she was undoubtedly delirious from keeping herself awake , and he wanted to make this exchange quick so she could retire back to bed . they had plenty of time to celebrate in the morning , but her impatience was one of her many quirks that endeared her to him . after careful appraisal of the gifts she had—— the vinyl , the bear key - chain she undoubtedly knitted herself , the cd and the drawn cover art —— causes his insides to rupture , heart collapsing along with his lungs and stomach . the whole infrastructure of his bodily composition caved in on itself , and , had he not also been weary with fatigue , his own emotions would’ve broiled over and he would’ve given way into a paroxysm of weeping . after being bestowed with a flurry of tiny kisses , peppered generously all around his face , he immediately scoops her up into his arms into a fierce bear hug , and her rather impressive attempt at speaking his mother tongue caused him to tighten his hold on her .
❛ muy bien , muy bien . your enunciation is improving . capo’s taught you well . c’mon , let’s get you to bed . you look like you’re about to drop dead if you stay up a minute longer . ❜