#tiny tale

it’s winter inside my soul again, after

broken pieces of my past linger floating around

I look up to the sky, exhaling a cold cloud of freezing breath

the stars line up, and I read out your name

I shake my head, ignoring the way my body trembles, and I use the cold as excuse

my fingers caress the side of my arm, my soul freezing cold and my body soon catching up with its temperature

by now, I’ve accepted

that this is how it should be, then

I hear a sound, too faint, to catch my full

attention

but persistent enough to make me look for it

I found my phone that I’ve neglected for a while now and see the contact who’s been trying to reach me

it spells your name, like the stars did too

my face heats up, and a fragment of my soul unfreezes

I pick up, your warm voice gets my heart beating stronger and faster, once again breaking their

ice cage

you tell me things that sound like sweet nothings

as my eyes’ frozen blue unmelt

“I want to see you”

I blurt out, my heart immediately punishing me

for saying out loud my desires, you laugh, which

my heart took as an offence itself

your laugh: that was too precious for my

own sanity,

and too melodic for my

cold heart’s liking

“I want to see you too”

you said, clearly, sound piercing my mind and heating me to the core

“let me go see you”

you say once more, my heart tries to warn me

that I should decline your offer

my soul tries it’s best to get back to winter

Isn’t it to soon for it to end?

“can I?”

you repeated, seems that I’m taking too long to answer

no

my heart whispers

“Yes”

I whisper

I could feel your smile from the other side of the line as you thanked me and hung up, I can’t believe I’m going to see you

it’s been a while

and my insides are going crazy to have you

close

twenty eternal minutes passed by as

finally three knocks on the front door were heard

I inhale a shaky breath and exhale an even more hesitant one

I was nervous, my heart was mad, and my soul was on fire

I opened up and saw you standing there, wearing your beautiful smile and the same jeans and hoodie you always wear

“hey”

“hey”

you walked in, and as soon as the door was closed behind us, you embraced me from behind

My face was red, as your hands grasped me

“I’ve been thinking...”

you started

my winter felt in danger, it wasn’t cold, it felt rather fresh

“...about you”

winter seemed to unfreeze faster and faster, trees were no longer dead, they were recovering their leaves and their green colour

“about us...”

I shivered, as the last winter breeze hit me in the neck in form of your breath

“and I think, that you’re way too special for me

I want to make you happy”

everything started blooming inside, winter was no longer present, it was gone, small traces of melted snow in the grass was all that was left

“if you’d let me...

I’d love to be together for as long as destiny

wants us to be”

winter faded completely, bringing Spring along the warmest feeling I have ever experienced

“I want to take away your Winter

and only bring you Spring.”

a sunflower wrapped around my heart as it pulsed with intense, teenager feelings and impulses

the sunflower bloomed and pointed at you, and I knew what that means

“You’re my sun. You take away my winter

and bring the most stunning spring.”

I said, turning around, looking into your eyes and

smiling at you

you smiled back and the sunflower tightened around my heart

your left hand was brought up to coup my right cheek, holding my face in place so you can bloom tiny flowers around my face

kiss on the cheek

kiss on the nose

kiss on the forehead

kiss here

kiss there

and finally, you reached my lips, trapping them between your own

the hottest feeling my soul has been ever been submitted to

I grab you closer to feel you even nearer

within a few minutes our kiss end, but our evergreen spring started

Waiting (Amanda Felix)

Absurd. I believe that this is the closest definition. How can just the sight of her neck disrupt my heart rate, turning it into the heaviest heavy metal imaginable? And this (undeniably beautiful) image carries the power to deprive me of sleep and sanity for days on end. Thus, all messed up, I am a moth attracted to the light that I know will burn me. With the patience that I no longer have, I wait to see her again.

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She walks over to me and my breath hitches at the same time as I try everything I have to hide it. The woman asks me about the meeting we will have soon, and I struggle to understand her doubts as I answer them automatically. Why? Well, the minute she invaded my space all I could notice were the little explosions of color inside a pair of already multicolored eyes... Are they green, are they brown? Many people call these bursts of color “Sectoral Heterochromia”, I call them stars. A starry look stares at me, I snap out of my reverie. "That's right! See you there in 15! ”, I reply. An exchange of smiles - back to work.

“J’ai tout gâché”, il avait dit la veille. Mais non, il n’avait rien gâché. Au lieu d’une cassure, la transparence était tombée sur elle, une vérité venant de nulle part. Glaciale changeuse de monde.

Elle récita les mots secrets. 

- Brum’ ere tang lamer, meisop von eilifer ... Bnam chek larm ornail, veben myrr cat tainey lamd.

He hides behind his writings.

His words reflect his personality and reveal the depths of his heart.

He seeks himself.

This is in response to the ‘Twenty-Words Tuesday’ prompt by Akanksha Singh @ Bulbul. The challenge is to write a story in exactly 20 words for the prompt word hiding.

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*Grillby presses his face against her.