#weekendscribbles

[sheetal---k]

I long to stay too.. ✍🏽

. . . Taking a sip of his tea, he offers the other cup to me. I wrap my fingers around it and try to soak in all the warmth. “Another day without the sun”, he remarks, resting his arms on the railing. I find his eyes lost in the clouds and I know that this image of him will now stay in my heart forever. He turns to my side and moves closer. His eyes are heavy with all the sadness of the world. He leans toward me until his lips find mine, flooding with the only resounding emotion of ‘a little longer’. “Tell me what it is on earth that I can do to make you stay. Please, just tell me and I would do it”, his voice is turning frail and he says it almost like a whisper, “I want you to stay.”

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[sheetal---k]

Subtle bliss . . . . . The silence is shifting the comfort of her and she wants to break it. But, small talk doesn't come so easily for her. He looks lost though, or weary from the long drive perhaps, she can't fathom. Lounging under the shade of the hut, he breathes calmly as the afternoon breeze brushes his forehead. His eyes are slowly starting to sparkle with a smile. He marvels at the serenity of this moment and for an instance, without any hesitation, he just expresses his desire to spend the rest of his life in a place like this. She smiles back and suppresses her disbelief on how much he has spoken of her heart. #weekendscribbles 🖋️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CS4dy1QBEaRLGe5jz4i1HcEfPpklAInSk_NAHA0/?utm_medium=tumblr