The hand under my chin moved to my cheek, wiping it softly with your thumb as if I truly am something fragile. Maybe I let my guard down too much.
"Will you wait for me?" From the edge of my eyes, I can see the flickering light from somewhere below us. The smell from a fried rice stall right before the curve to reach the hill, filled my nose along with the smell of the wet forest behind us. Mixed with the smell of fresh coffee from you.
"I will," I think about the moon at the end of the vast green field. Think about sea monkeys. Think about always. About us.
I see the smile on your face, nothing but soft.
But the thing you do with your eyes shows me that isn't the answer he is looking for.
Another thing is, that the only thing I know I can do, is to wait. Like the moon waits for the sun so it can shine, even when they're in the same line it's nothing but dark. The moon still waits.
"Always."
It turns out that I know a lot, but it is easier for me to deal with the not knowing.
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