Here it is
wrote this last night, somewhat proof read but not really. i made up this cutesy tiny story. i don't identify myself as a writer, this was just fun, and maybe you will find joy in this!
content warning: being in love with your best friend, talk of masochism but not in a sexual context... being gay?
Here it is.
The temperate gust that shifts my locks back over my shoulder. A soft cast of bright, setting light over the horizon, swallowing my surroundings whole. The purest silent moment. A butterfly’s wings flutter gently, unnoticed by my ears, but seen through my eyes. Deep, vast hills that expand for seemingly miles until met by a road near the horizon. A long, neverending road that stretches across the whole country, I bet.
Small beads of sweat still fresh on my skin, air attempting to enter my dry lungs. Rushed footsteps approaching behind me, the pace of a light jog met by the sound of tired exhale. The slap of hands against knees as her figure shrinks in the corner of my eye, an attempt to catch her breath. I don’t even notice the airless chuckle that leaves my mouth, or the way my eyes automatically drift to hers as I entertain myself with her exasperated condition.
Throwing me the weakest attempt at a death glare as she recollects herself, I observe her as her posture straightens, my eyes still met with hers. A deep brown, maybe the darkest of them all. It only brings out the bright glimmer that comes when she smiles. A moment of anxiety swiftly clogs my entire body, a brief freeze-over before I pull my eyes away and continue to watch the sun go rest. I feel the smile, the one I didn’t even realize was there, begin to tug back down into its natural position. I closed my eyes for a second, as if I could breathe in the golden cast of sun.
Two arms wrapped around me quickly, my eyes widening as a laugh airs its way out, before crinkling up into an untamed smile. She finally caught me in our game of Chase. Writhing around, attempting to free myself from her grasp proves to be inefficient as we promptly sink down into the velvety grass. Both of us brought to our knees, her arms still locked as she kneeled behind me. Bending forward, I free myself, instantaneously falling into the supple field as our laughter fills the air. The tautness of my ribs as it now hurts to laugh so much, my hands travelling up my torso to hold them in delightful pain. Is this masochism?
As the laughter dies into a shared snicker, my eyes open to see her smiling wide to the sky- eyes still closed, sun casting upon her like she was made of gold. This has to be masochism. Taking pleasure in the pain of love, that is. A few thoughts brush my mind, ones of sorrow, pity, and unrequited love. My smile drops as my small chortle dies right then and there. Plucking my gaze away from her, and staring into the sky, a subtle frown plays on my face. I feel the corners of my lips resting lower than recently.
“You’re really fun to be around.” Stated to me in a quiet tone. Said as if it were a relief to get this off her chest. My brows pull together slightly, head turning to her, only to be met with her eyes looking right back at me.
“Oh. Thank you,” is all I manage to get out, a pathetic attempt at seeming relaxed.
“You are too.” I state, nearly tripping over my own words. Yet, a small grin plays on her face. Stupidly, my formerly frowning visage melts into a reciprocal of her joy. I couldn’t hide it. Even if I tried.
I feel the same fearful clog begin to flood my body again. My body freezing up, my shoulders tensing, face stilling. Jolting upright, I lean back against my palms now to observe the sunset. Legs in front of me, outstretched, one crossed over the other. My foot taps against my other foot, the soft sounds of grass shuffling beside me, I don’t bother with curiosity though. A hand from her extended towards me, more like a hand from God if I’m honest. Looking at her hand, the formation of her knuckles, the cool silver rings decking her fingers, the smooth terrain of her palms. Looking at her, a patient look resting upon her face, a trusting smile.
“C’mon. Let’s go to the top of the hill.” She suggests, nodding her head to the right of us.
Brushing my hands against my jeans to get any of nature's residue off, I grasp her hand as she pulls me back to my feet. However, as I rise she never lets go. Hand in hand as we stand for a beat, suddenly an hour and a millisecond don’t seem too far off. A moment of just feeling the warmth of one's palm against mine. Before we both let go.
The walk up was silent, however we welcomed silence with open arms. Reaching the apex of the hill, I begin to crouch down before she stops me. A hand on my shoulder, that she rests for another beat before pulling back into her body. Rising up once more, adjusting my posture, and awaiting her reasoning. Her hand travelling to the top of her zip-up- a grey cotton sweater. The hum of the zipper as she strips it from her, laying it down on the grass, offering it to me as a seat.
“Where will you sit?” I ask, slightly hoping she’d join me in the confined space of the jacket.
“On the grass, dummy.” She laughs.
“No way. Either none of us sit on this or both of us do.”
“Just let me be a good friend,” she states, meeting her eyes with mine. My arms crossed over my chest, a stubborn look playing on my face.
“Please.” She begs, although my head is already shaking from left to right.
She sighs slightly, knowing I’ll protest her decision to stay on the grass. I watch attentively as she sinks down to the ground, seating herself on the grey sweater and awaiting my turn.
Satisfaction plays on my face as I lower myself to her level, legs splayed ahead of me, leaning back on my palms. She doesn’t pull her gaze away from me though. I feel it burning into me, like laser beams from those stupid superhero movies she likes. It lasts a few seconds, but it burns more than any sun I’ve ever experienced.