More Than Love - Frank x Hazel
They spun in lazy circles. They jumped around and laughed and they loved. They loved this time together, so deeply in fact, that it felt as it were the only thing that actually existed; only this. Only the other’s arms and smiles. The sun bouncing off of them, warming their skin and strengthening their hearts.
They weren’t good dancers. Not by a long shot. But they were good lovers. Good friends. They spun and jumped and laughed without a care in the world. Because there were none. How could anything bad exist in the same universe as this joy? This irrevocable, irreplaceable joy that filled their hearts and moved their feet.
Frank looked at Hazel, and he knew. This wasn’t just love. He adored, he cherished, and he respected this beautiful girl in his arms. This girl who smelled of flowers and pure bliss with her large curls and innocent eyes. This girl who wouldn’t stop smiling at him as if he were her entire world. He grabbed her hand in his and twirled her in a circle. Frank beamed at the vibrant laugh that escaped her lips.
Hazel locked her arms around Frank’s waist and felt almost euphoric in that moment. She could feel her fears slip away as she gazed at this boy. This boy who held her in his arms and never failed to make her happy. This beautiful, amazing, strong boy who had been with her through so much; who had the kindest laugh and the most captivating eyes. Yes, she knew. No one could replace this boy.
And so they danced to no music but that of their laughs. They kissed under the sun and they forgot. They forgot about monsters and gods and everything else but each other. This moment, where they stood alone in the grass. Happy, and so much more than in love.
