The wind chimes tinkled in the gentle breeze. It was a beautiful moonlit night. She was standing in front of the door, the frigid cold piercing through her cashmere sweater. She had a glimpse of his car’s headlights from afar and let out a sigh of relief, and then a small smile. Kiss on the cheek, and off they went. Away. Away from everything. They roamed long, ceaseless boulevards. All she could remember seeing were the bright street lights, flashing continuously, as if endlessly, through her periphs. The constricting of her chest, almost as if something was clenching it, was saying that a certain feeling has befallen her. And then, she fell asleep.
Noticing the sudden silence in her sleep, she gently opened her eyes. The car was parked. The vague scene in front of her is slowly regressing into something distinct. She stepped out of the car and she was bewildered by the scene: city lights bedazzled the black landscape. The stars were flickering like candlelight against the dark, gloomy night sky. The lights were scintillating. Gleaming, glittering. She could have lived in that moment forever. That fleet, evanescent moment left an impression that never would she erase.
Then it drizzled. The lights turning indistinct through the fine, misty drops of rain. He slowly leaned closer to her as the rain poured harder.
…and with it, he planted a soft kiss on her shivering lip.
She went home drenched. Freezing but warm. Void of all the pain and worries she had. She felt numb, feeling only the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. And now, every time the night sky peers through her window as she lays herself to sleep, she drifts to oblivion. And it all comes back to her…
This is a retrieved post. Reposted: 04 May 2012