She waited in the shadows, at the right hand corner of the airport, and looked around for the one person who would make her smile on that miserable day…she hoped he would at least show up before he left, so she would have another chance to commit him to her memory, the scent of him, his single-dimpled smile, and his extremely white eyes…not that she would ever forget, but…just one last chance…once more…
He stood to the other corner and watched her as she looked for him, and just put all of her in his head, in that photographic memory of his that never ever forgot things…her hair, soft, full, natural, her very white eyes, her nose with the little mole on the side that looked like a very cute pimple, her lips, a natural shade of black and red…actually the only red part was the upper part of her lower lip…he had always dreamed of tasting them, surely they had to taste as delicious as they looked. He shook his head to dispel the thought and continued capturing her with his eyes…her eyes again, her brow-less eyes with the short, full lashes…he remembered when she had cut them off, claiming she wanted them to grow longer…he hadn’t told her then that he loved them short and very full…until they grew again the second time, short and full. At once those black-brown eyes of hers swiveled to him and caught him by full force. He would have blushed if he hadn’t had so much melanin in his skin. As it so happened, all he could do was smile sheepishly, embarrassed at being caught staring. Slowly he made his way through the throng of people, all the while keeping his eyes on her till he stood right in front of her.
''Hi'' he said.
''Hi'' she replied.
Then they just stood looking at each other, each thinking his own thoughts.
''Ahh, your folks?'' he asked
He laughed, and she committed it to memory too, that sweet, booming laugh.
She smiled, and he captured that moment too, there was no poetic sunlight framing her face, or wind blowing at her hair, but he thought she had never looked more beautiful.
Then without speaking, he stretched out his hands to her, and she sighed and went into them, resting her head on his teenage, gangly chest, as his head came to rest on her hair. He stood a good foot above her 5'3. There were no poetic abs, his chest wasn't so strong, but there wasn’t any place she'd rather be.
''Oh Ben, what are we gonna do?? It's not fair, it's not fair at all''
He turned his nose into her hair and inhaled, the smell of her apple hair cream, and the texture of the hair, he captured them all.
''I know. I also know we were meant to be together. We're gonna work this out, I promise''
She nodded and clutched at him as tightly as she could, all the while thinking about the different planes they would board in less than an hour. And she clutched tighter. He tightened his own hold too and they just stood there…an hour, a week, a year, it didn’t seem to matter. Just that they were together.
Then he drew her back and untangled himself. He removed his blue and grey coat and handed it to her.
''Here, keep this.''
''I want you to have it…I want you to have something of mine, ok?? Just keep it for me, I'll come for it''
She took it and held it gingerly, then gave up and buried her face in it. His scent, oh goodness, it had his scent.
Then she looked at him while she struggled to hold the burning tears behind her lids at bay, because she knew it broke his heart when she cried.
She smiled at him again, and he felt his heart slowly roll over. He lifted his hand out to her.
''Walk with me??'' he asked
''Sure'' and she took his hand.
Together they left the shadows and walked down the corridor until they had to go their separate ways. Their phones rang at the same time, and still holding hands, they answered, spoke for some time and hung up.
''Yeah'' he answered ''you too??''
''Yeah'' she said.
Time to go, they both said in their minds, and their hearts broke together, as one.
His hands moved to her face, and the light touch sent her nerves into frenzy.
He swallowed deeply and looked at her.
''I need…I have to do something, I need something to keep you inside me…I need…'' he was having trouble putting his feelings into words, so he simply lowered his head slowly, very slowly, until their lips were just a whisper of air apart. Then he closed his eyes and caught her lower lip between his lips.
It was a kiss as soft as air, and as achingly sweet as…as…
She opened her eyes and looked at him, wondering why he had decided to shatter her already broken heart…, the kiss affected him so bad, and his heart broke into a million pieces. He reached for her again, this time their lips moved leisurely over each other, no tongue involved…
Then they broke apart and just looked at each other, each just simply drinking the other up, never wanting the moment to end…and the tears slowly flowed unbidden down her cheeks. He wiped them away as quickly as they fell.
''Please don’t, you know it breaks my heart to see you cry'' then he wondered how a shattered heart could be broken again.
She nodded mutely. Their phones rang again, and they slowly started moving again…a hug, a soft kiss, another hug…
They slowly released each other until only their fingers were brushing. She blew him a kiss and ran, never looking back.
He rubbed the dull ache in his chest, mildly surprised his heart was still there, as he watched his princess go, Remi, the girl who had made his 18-year old heart fall in love. Then he turned and left, to board his plane to
She slept in his coat that night, in her room in the