Lilith

Just like every morning, I woke up way too early, got ready for the day and left my small appartment in Manhattan. Music playing loud in my ears, I walk the path like I own it, the many years of making the same journey every single day made me grow used to every crack and imperfection in the pavement.

After the old flight of stairs, I pass my card in the machine, and hop on the subway right before it leaves the station. I sit down on a free seat and take out my book, its worn cover reminding me to look for a newer copy to lend to my friend.

As I flip the pages, the subway stops at the next station. A couple of people enter it, someone sitting in front of me. I feel a pair of eyes staring at me intently, and when i look up, i see her. Slightly wavy blond hair, with wide, round eyes and lips that look so perfectly kissable...

The next week, we meet in the morning, in a small café downtown, sipping on our drinks and shyly holding hands. We chat about anything and everything, staying at the table until late in the afternoon.

A month later, her arms are wrapped around my waist as we're staring at the city through my kitchen window, our breakfast lazily cooking while we wear eachother's shirt. The silence says more than we need to.

Six months later, I'm sitting in her childhood's home living room. Her mom is showing me pictures of when she was younger and telling me various stories, while her dad is questioning me, testing out if I would be a great girlfriend for his precious little girl.

Three years later, on a trip to Greece we had talked about for a long time, I get on one knee in front of the sunset and Aphrodite's statue. I spin her around, and we kiss until night comes.

Four years later, we walk together, dressed in white, and finally say "I do." We're covered in flowers, dancing and drinking to our future together. This night never seems to end, but once it does, we head to our new home in a car decorated especially for the occasion.

Five years later, I spend the entire day trying to paint the room that once was home to my desk. My clothes might be permanently covered in purple paint, but the squeal of delight that can be heard from her as she comes back from the errands she did makes it all the more worth it.

Twenty three years later, I rest my head on her shoulder as we watch the beautiful woman who once was our little girl walk up the stage to receive her diploma. A few weeks later, we say our goodbyes to that little girl as she gains her own wings and leaves our home for her adult life.

Sixty years later, we hold eachother for one last time, as our memory slowly erases itself and we both gently start to forget what our life was. The only thing still crystal clear in my mind is my never-ending love for the blonde haired girl at my side.

The girl stands up, and fix her rumpled skirt, addressing a small, shy smile before stepping off the subway as the conductor makes an announcement. I watch her leave as she jumps over to a tall, dark haired guy and jump in his arms. I sigh and lean my head back on my seat.

Well fuck this city, I'm moving to Saskatchewan.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

A.N.: Hi!! I don't usually post what I write, but The Subway has been roaming around my head tonight and I'm pretty proud of this ;b Let me know what you think about this!!

(Also, that's not really following the original meaning of the song, but it gave me this idea so i went with it!)

(Edited the vocabulary that didnt fit)