#caffeinatedcalum

okay tbh I usually just like whatever is on my dash and then read it before bed (lol) but ….

Jenna 

Leena

Hallie

Marla

Abbi

Kailey

The sun was rising over the cliff, and you were sitting at the edge. It was moments like this that made you appreciate the things you had in life. A soft breeze was blowing through your hair and everything felt peaceful. The sea bellow the cliff was calm, only small swells were rippling underneath the surface. Clutching your fists into the sleeves of your hoodie, well technically it belonged to Michael, but nothing seemed to matter that much as you viewed the ocean and sunrise play together. 

Inside the tent, Michael was just starting to wake up. A certain someone had forgotten to close the tent before she wandered out, so he was left with a not as warm sleeping bag and sun in his eyes. He reached out for you, but were met with nothing but a cold sleeping bag, so he quickly stumbled about to find his hoodie form last night. When he didn’t find it, he grumbled to himself in an noncommittal way about your habit of steal his hoodies. He proceeded to pull his extra hoodie, because after a while in this relationship he had learned to always keep an extra back up hoodie when you travelled. Then he pulled the hood over his head and crawled out of the blue tent. When he lifted his head up, a surge of love flowed though him. And for the first time, it was not like fireworks were exploding inside him. Those had disappeared for a while and had been replaced for a while. You fought too much about trivial things and it seemed never ending. So after a particularly rough fight you both decided you needed time to reconnect. Hence the trip out to nowhere without internet and troublesome news. 

Now however, a warm feeling was spreading though his veins as he watched the rays of sun make a halo around your head. His hear swelled at you turned around with a soft smile on your face and waved him over. With careful steps towards you, he sat down beside you, so close that your thighs touched and you had to move your hand. Before you could put it in your lap, he had a soft grip on your wrist before sliding his finger down your hand. Slipping the sleeves of the sweater a couple of inches up to your wrist, before lacing his fingers with yours. Giving you the adoring look you had not seen in a while, he kept eye contact while kissing your knuckles, and letting your hands drop to his lap. 

“Thank you for doing this, thank you for fighting for us.” 

His voice was just above a whisper and he sounded a little fragile. 

“Thank you for giving me something worth fighting for”