A PERFECT DAY.

❝ Why do you have TO BE like them? 

         YOUR THE PROTAGONIST IN YOUR OWN LIFE,

Send my muse kisses you want to give them!    ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

      WITH tear stained cheeks and small hands clutching a tissue, yet another      sob burst through her throat, echoing in the quiet room. Her toes crinkled,       fingertips trembling to try and wipe the tears, but her glasses were fogged.      Blinded by her own sorrow, she could only blubber as the words fell from      her lips. Nightmare.  Terrors.  History.  The words that hit her the hardest.      Death.  Destruction.  She knew he was aware of what happened to her in      Antarctica- everyone was. Although, despite the world knowing of her, they      never knew her fully story.

      HIS timing was impeccable, conveniently being there for her when she woke      up in the middle of the twitching- writhing and tangling herself within the      sweat dripped sheets. It was ugly-  her sobbing, blubbering.. She almost had      an instance of guilt over her own weakness for night terrors. But.. the snow,      the feeling of the cold envelop her and the last words of her crew-mates felt      so real, it echoed in her ears. The metallic joints of his fingers pulled away      her glasses, and her vision only got blurrier. The snow and skeletal remains      were even more vivid-

      THEN, he blocked her visions and silenced her blubbering. The metallic hand      belonging to his prosthetic cupped her cheek, the cool metal warming her hot      face. His other hand, the one that felt burning to the touch, laced his fingers      within her ice cold fingertips. They were an even mix of hot and cold- a sensation      that only carried on through to their lips as he kissed her.  But.. with emotions      piling up- she tilted her head and the kiss between them felt all the more deeper.      Although, the passion stayed the same. The sweetness, the gentle touches- it      was all there and only enhanced the message his kiss brought.

      WITH their foreheads touching after the breathtaking kiss parted, she didn’t want      to move away. She felt the corner of her lip tug, a smile slipping onto her lips.