And He Held Her Hands Chapter 2

Chapter 2 (6/10/07) [Not as good as the first chapter]

The chill air filled his lungs as he stepped out. As usual, he picked up the purple lunchbox, situated beside the green one every morning. Without looking, he propped the note onto the green lunchbox. Whatever task the house keeper had set him was always dealt with in this swift, fluid movement.

For a moment, he was caught in a reverie; nothing but her silky, waist length hair and her gentle, friendly face swirled infinitely in his mind. He could almost smell the scent, that very special scent. Somehow, he could smell it all day, as if she was right beside him all the time.

The alarm clock was ringing.

Hurriedly, he made a beeline for his bag, and folded up his sleeves like he always did. Rushing out, he made sure that he closed the door as gently as possible. The lock clicked shut.

Just as a lock flew open.

He took a few seconds to bathe in the cool, morning air. The sun was still in hiding, and the miniscule rays of light were outshone by the numerous street lamps which light up most of the suburban areas, giving night-dwellers a sense of security and warmth. The withering plants look at him sourly.

She would be waiting.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs, deliberately looking the other way. He knew she would jump on him. It would hurt, but he loved it when she did that. The feeling of her soft skin on his very canvas left him tingling with anticipation.

Love erases hurt.

As expected, she bounded down the stairs. He heard her footsteps. “Three, two, one…”

He stumbled forward, intentionally tripping himself. He turned around, and there she was, as bubbly as ever. He could not help but smile at the sight of his one love. He gazed into her eyes and for an instant, frozen in time, was their gaze.

Eye to eye.

Heart to heart.

He took her hands.

Firmly.