The sky was blue but now it is of a different hue
The memory that seeps into her memory is like a series of old film discolored slightly into sepia. There was a girl who was) merely fourteen years, lying on his bed. She was resting on her elbow and gave him that smile of innocent youth and gazed back at the camera. She said something to him, enjoying an idling chat, she wore an oversized shirt and no pants, her wild black hair topped to the side as she tilted her head and gave him a smirk. Then she approached toward the screen the sound crackled as she leaned to steal a kiss from his lips.
They would go down the hill, she sat on the backseat of his motorcycle, her hiar flung in the air and raised her arms out, enjoying the wind against her face). He looked back his sandy golden bangs flowing in front of his face . She laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling his built and his warmth seeping through him and, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. On a lazy afternoon they sit under a tree shading them) from the sun, the light that peeped through the leaves danced to every breeze . He sat down with his back against the tree and she laid crossed to him with her legs over his, she rested comfortably on the soft grass, and tapped her feet one after the other .She pointed at the sky, and told him what shape the clouds took, and he responded and came up his own ideas.
She would run down to his street after school was over, and opened the door with her spare key. Sjhe threw her satchel to the corner of the hallway and ran towards the living room where she knew she would find him. She kicked her shoes off and crawled over the sofa were he laid. He startled and groaned, giving her a glare behind the magazine that he read. He ran his fingers through her hair as she laid on top of him, resting with her elbows apart on his chest and waving her legs in the air. They would talk or make out, leaving the television on restlessly. Sometimes she would pretend to go to school with her satchel over her back but she would head to his house just to spend time with him all day long
They would sit on a bench, and she would lean on him and rest her head on his shoulder while eating her ice cream cone. The smoke of the cigarette seeped through the air as he inhaled a drag and she would take it from his fingers and inhale a breathe and in exchange, she would would offer him a bite of her icecream cone. People would pass by on their own business, but for them, time was still and lingering, and that was how it should be.
And at night she would sit on the edge of the bed supporting herself with her elbows and watched him as he pealed off her pop socks slowly and ran his hand along her slender leg up to her thigh. She would look up at him and hooking her arms around his neck as he pushed her down on the bed and she would wrap her legs around his waist, she was still wearing her school uniform and her untied hair fanned underneath her in a mass of black hair, but her cheeky grin and her schoolgirl look would deceive the youth who had already matured.
The sky seemed like the same as she gazes out of her window but it took the colour of a harsh blue and all that is left of it now were the memories and the bracket that he wore, and lingers on with the happiness that comes with that nostalgia, that she still holds on to.
They would go down the hill, she sat on the backseat of his motorcycle, her hiar flung in the air and raised her arms out, enjoying the wind against her face). He looked back his sandy golden bangs flowing in front of his face . She laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling his built and his warmth seeping through him and, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. On a lazy afternoon they sit under a tree shading them) from the sun, the light that peeped through the leaves danced to every breeze . He sat down with his back against the tree and she laid crossed to him with her legs over his, she rested comfortably on the soft grass, and tapped her feet one after the other .She pointed at the sky, and told him what shape the clouds took, and he responded and came up his own ideas.
She would run down to his street after school was over, and opened the door with her spare key. Sjhe threw her satchel to the corner of the hallway and ran towards the living room where she knew she would find him. She kicked her shoes off and crawled over the sofa were he laid. He startled and groaned, giving her a glare behind the magazine that he read. He ran his fingers through her hair as she laid on top of him, resting with her elbows apart on his chest and waving her legs in the air. They would talk or make out, leaving the television on restlessly. Sometimes she would pretend to go to school with her satchel over her back but she would head to his house just to spend time with him all day long
They would sit on a bench, and she would lean on him and rest her head on his shoulder while eating her ice cream cone. The smoke of the cigarette seeped through the air as he inhaled a drag and she would take it from his fingers and inhale a breathe and in exchange, she would would offer him a bite of her icecream cone. People would pass by on their own business, but for them, time was still and lingering, and that was how it should be.
And at night she would sit on the edge of the bed supporting herself with her elbows and watched him as he pealed off her pop socks slowly and ran his hand along her slender leg up to her thigh. She would look up at him and hooking her arms around his neck as he pushed her down on the bed and she would wrap her legs around his waist, she was still wearing her school uniform and her untied hair fanned underneath her in a mass of black hair, but her cheeky grin and her schoolgirl look would deceive the youth who had already matured.
The sky seemed like the same as she gazes out of her window but it took the colour of a harsh blue and all that is left of it now were the memories and the bracket that he wore, and lingers on with the happiness that comes with that nostalgia, that she still holds on to.