“Hold me tight babe—I’ll lose myself if you let go.” He whispered into my ears. I smiled as we stood together, his arms around my waist and my hands holding his shoulders close to me. I haven’t even known him for that long. We just met, you know. Fate is the damndest thing. I held him tighter, he pulled me closer. Our faces were close, his eyes illuminated by my own imagination, dark even so. I pressed my cheek against his, wrapping my arms around his neck and closing my eyes. I could feel him rest his chin on my shoulder, his arm stroking my lower back tenderly.

“It’s funny how messed up it is…” He said.

“How messed up what is?”

He took a breath; I could feel it against my cheek.

“Life of course. But duh.” We sat down on an old park bench. Park bench in the middle of nowhere…it was perfect…

“We’ll walk aimlessly forever, babe, just you and me.” He smiled at me, his arm around my shoulders again.

“I guess it’s good that way.” I whispered. “It’s perfect.”

“Walking the streets by day, riding in suicide machines by night…” He sighed and then laughed. “I’m just kidding about the suicide machine part. Roaming through empty lots, vacant spots like we own the place. From city to city we could walk…just you and me, you know?” He sighed again. I shut my eyes, listening to his every word, imagining everything. Wouldn’t it be great if he was right? Wouldn’t it be great if I believed everything would go as he planned?

“Think about it: sunsets without windows, hell, we could even sneak on to someone’s rooftop to watch a sunset if you felt like it.”

“That sounds fun.” I said, laughing. His imagination was wondrous. I wish I was more like him sometimes, and maybe that’s what saddened me. He deserved someone just as good as him. But I never told him that. I just savored his touch as if I didn’t deserve it, my selfish heart overwhelming any other need.

“Trees eclipsing the moonlight…” He rambled on. “Hell, I have connections everywhere, so we don’t have to sleep outside all the time.”

I opened my eyes and stared at him, the boy whose dark eyes stared so sadly out at the empty sky, and stroked his face. Wouldn’t it be lovely…I thought.

Wouldn’t it be perfect.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful. I thought.

I kissed him softly on the lips, closing my eyes.

Wouldn’t it be perfect…if I could stay.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could go

I pulled away before he had the chance to taste my tears, and leaned against his shoulder, listening to him ramble on.

A/N: / Yeah. Most of my stories are similar/the same topic. What can I say? I write to let my thoughts pour out, and apparently they’re mostly on the same topic…