High School Writing #4: A Relaxing Place
The chill of the metallic, gold knob reached down to my bones as it fit within my gentle, callused finger. I twisted the knob, pulling the dark oak door open with a soft creak as the gentle breeze wrapped itself around me and revealed a soft atmosphere with an even softer smile waiting for me.
Her silver hair gleamed in the gold sunset, the slightly tall grass covering her white sneakers up to her ankles covered in blue jeans. My eyes trailed up as I took in the soft, comfy, red jersey up to that ravishing face and her smile… oh that smile… it makes me feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest if I look too long. And the eyes… those light blue eyes containing all the magnificence of the sky above as if by a miracle. Aelin.
Here she was, merely a year into adulthood yet so breathtaking, my lover, beckoning me to take the step outside onto the unnamed grassy hill, my favourite place where I would spend nights looking at the star-glittered blanket above, pondering over questions few ask.
I took her outstretched hand, my callused fingers, from all the time spent in service, found hers: hardened, but polite and so very gentle. She pulled me onto the grass, and I shut the door behind me with a click as the soles of my joggers found the soft earth, the grass tickling my ankles. We walked until a slight slope where we laid down together and looked at the clouds above, fuzzy and floating like the most carefree beings to exist, the grass like a soft blanket beneath me, reaching up my combat trousers and black T-shirt.
I breathed in the fresh air, the scent of sweet apples and emerald trees and beautiful tulips and delicious honey and… it was magnificent. I felt free, so free, here, drenched by the soft sunset aura; here, with the love of my life by my side.
I felt strong here, felt relaxed and so weightless… this exhilarating feeling, I remember, is why I come here, why this place, this earth beneath my frame, is my haven, and why she is the cornerstone of this haven.
I turned my head to the left, my hands resting on my chest and found her staring from between the grass, so I raised my eyebrows, and she laughed so softly it was the loveliest thing, sound, melody I have every heard in my life. She met my eyes again and I realized that this time I was staring. I let out a low chuckle and she smirked. Something in me stiffened at that.
We looked back up at the sky, the roof now turning dark, the stars becoming prominent, and I thought to myself that this was one of the most wonderful moments of my life, so I saved it in my heart, to treasure it for times to come, and keep looking up and up and up.
