Cold Hands...

Inspire Me...

 

Cold Hands...

 

We were sitting side by side on an old bench in the bus station just before we say our farewells...

 

We were going to be adults when we return back home.

 

In my mind, I wonder when will we see each other again?

 

There were other people surrounding us and yet it feels like it's just you and me.

 

I was nervous and scared.

 

There was fear inside me that if we separate today, I will stop being the one you'll lean on to.

 

These cold hands...

 

My cold hands want to touch yours hoping you wouldn't pull away because you don't feel the same.

 

I want to deceive myself that you would pull away because my hands were cold.

 

I really wanted to touch you but my coward self stopped me.

 

From the corner of my eyes, I could only watch you.

 

Your eyes were closed while your lips tilted up a little as you bobbed your head to the music coming from your player.

 

I was in awe at how natural you were and carefree.

 

You didn't know what was going on my mind.

 

Your hands...

 

They were tempting.

 

For a moment, you opened our eyes and caught me staring.

 

I stiffened and clumsily pretended that I was busy with something else.

 

I caught a chuckle from your direction.

 

My ears caught movements from your direction until....

 

"Your hands are cold." You whispered on my ear.

 

Your warm hands moved to cover mine.

 

Was I dreaming?

 

You? The boy that I have undeniably liked for almost an eternity held my hand?

 

"I forgot to bring my gloves." I stuttered. My body burned from that warm touch.

 

I tried to pull away, for fear that if I get too comfortable this touch would disappear like a dream.

 

"You don't need those." You said softly and kept my hand engulfed with yours.

 

"What are you doing?" I sighed, covering up the fast beating of my heart with my words.

 

My head was turned toward you and you watched me like I was someone dear to you.

 

I've seen you look at your family that way and once with your ex-girlfriend. Those gaze had been never directed to me until...

 

Now.

 

"I really don't know." You shrugged and rubbed our hands together.

 

The wonderful friction warmed me up in several different ways.

 


"Liar." I told you.

 

From all the years that I have known you,

I knew that with everything you do,

you know fully well why you were doing it.

 

You smirked.

 

I could see it in your eyes that I had caught you.

 

But before you could admit to it, my bus came.

 

Dread drenched my body and I was suddenly cold again.

 

The wonderful dream I was having was coming to an end.

 

"I need to go." I slowly stood up. My voice held no strength.

 

Your hand still kept a tight hold on my hand.

 

"You really need to let go now or I won't be able to ride my bus." I sighed at him.

 

I didn't want to go. I wanted to tell you my secret feelings but still...

 

I am a coward.

 

You shook your head and carried my bag along with yours.

 

"Our bus.' You said.

 

At first, I thought I heard wrong.

 

Then, you showed me your ticket.

 

My lips curled up and I felt tears welling up on my eyes.

 

It was the same bus as mine and your seat was beside mine.

 

No need for heartbreaking farewells.

 

You grinned at me and dragged me inside the bus.

 

I was beside you and you still haven't let go of my hand.

 

I could stop grinning like a fool to myself and you were also the same.

 

"Would it be bad if I told you that I never had plans of letting you go? " You blurted out all of a sudden.

 

Those words were the last thing on my mind.

 

"Letting me go?" I repeated dumbly.

 

You ignored me and continued.
 

"Does this mean we're together now?"

 

"Huh?" I was too stunned to process what you were saying.

 

My expression might have been really funny since you laughed so loud and teared up a little.

 

My heart stopped working when you brought my warmed hands near your lips and kissed them.

 

"Your silence means yes."

 

 

 


I really don't know what was going on my mind here.

I was bored and it just came out this way.

This was supposed to be sad but after reading a short fluffy fic...

It ended up happily...

I was thinking of Kris when I was writing this.

I don't know why but he was the first guy I thought of...haha..

Happy Reading^^

 

 

 

 

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starrfire96
#1
Chapter 19: I love them!
maknaelove
#2
Chapter 1: Oh wow, I love your poems! You certainly have a way with words.
My favorite one was the first one though, because I can definitely relate to it a lot, especially: "No matter how hard I try, those diamond eyes would be as hard as the owner's heart."
iloveyou_saranghae #3
Chapter 2: like it :) `waiting for your next update ^^