Theme: 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚

adjectives for orange:
𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚,𝙤𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘,𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨
,𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨,𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘,𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧
\ ˈ𝙥ā𝙣-ˌ𝙠𝙞-𝙡ə𝙧 \
(𝙣.) 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣.

Laying in her backyard gazing upon the sky, but I'd rather be gazing upon the ones the shine brighter, the stars in her eyes burn more. That's what I wanna see. But who knows if I'd ever see it again. Who knows if I'd ever hold your hands again. Kiss upon your lips. Slide my fingertips against your skin. Who knows when I'll ever see that smile. Hear that giggle. Your nose crinkling.

Why is life full of what-ifs?

Turning my head slowly towards her, while her head was already turned my direction, there goes that smile I'm afraid of losing. Those glittery eyes I'm afraid will never look at me.

Why does forever seem so fake now?

"You think too much you know that?" She asks
"You're beautiful you know that?" I ask, the smile worth everything I would trade to make you stay. I would follow you anywhere because life was so simple. After you, it's been so spontaneous. So breathtaking.

Even though you've stolen my breath at first glance.

"Yeah, I know I'm beautiful, but so is our love, no matter where I go" she turns back towards me, now with the glassy eyes, the stars are no longer there, just a reflection of her heart on her sleeve.

"Just know our love is beautiful, and will always be, my love, will forever be in the palms of your hands" her fingertips placed on the side of my face, causing me to smile.

But the smile would soon disappear in three days, just thinking about makes me want to breakdown into a depressive abyss. "Plus, you've made the happiest I've ever been since I was a kid, I was a crazy kid" her eyes wander over mine "I love you, forever and always"

"I love you forever and always, no matter what"
"No matter what" she repeats, bringing her closer to me by her jawline. Our lips touched as if it was the first time, but it's been the thousandths time we've touched. she tasted of caramel and coconut. a combo I could never forget, the taste itself is engraved in my buds, for everlasting flavor, she was the indescribable aura, she was the aroma of chocolate and mint. she was my first love, my first adventure.

nothing could be as beautiful as her soul. she was the moon reflecting on the dark ocean floor. and for that when I see the moon I see her.

I bow my head a little then thank everyone who was clapping smiling I was proud of the magic I wrote, but not because of the praise or the smiles and screams, but because she was listening. I had to do this for her, she deserved to know how special she was.

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This story will contain:
Foul language
Death
Drug references
Mature content
Mental health

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Ⓒ _treasurey 2019.