"I've always liked sunsets."
"Me too. They remind me that the sun is always shining somewhere over the horizon, and if times are dark for you, they're light for someone else. They remind me that although something may end, something else is starting. Something better."
"Like how you slapped Alec and met me."
"Exactly like that."
"Why do we always understand each other so perfectly? We're like soulmates."
"Platonic soulmates." Chris corrects.
"Yeah. Platonic." Dimitri replies, leaning in.
"Completely platonic..." Chris would trail off as his lips would brush against hers.
Her lips on his.
His lips on hers.
Her hands on his neck.
His hands round her waist.
Hearts beating in sync.
Sun slowly sinking.
Two beings breathing as one.
His hands pushing her away.
His footsteps trailing into the distance.
The faint sound of beating wings.
A heartbroken girl, sat at the edge of a cliff.
Chris yawned and stretched, before remembering she was next to a fire.
"Woah." she muttered. The last days memories came flooding back, and she smiled at most of them. Yesterday had been a long day, and she was surprised at how long ago Alec seemed. She smiled at the thought of her slapping him, an she smiled at all of the stupid things she said and did with Dimitri the day before. And after the real memories, came those of the dream. She frowned immediately. Why would she dream of that? She didn't want that. Neither did he. But why was everything so real? She shrugged it off as her tired brain getting over Alec and the heartbreak and shook Dimitri awake. When he didn't stir, she put her mouth next to his ear and shouted,
"OI!"
"WAH! WHAT? WHO? OH. ITS YOU. YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?"
While Chris was giggling uncontrollably, Dimitri rolled his eyes and sat up.
"Breakfast?"
"Yes please."
"Well too bad, annoying bitches don't get it."
"Hey! Fight me, you lil' shit."
"Oh, I will. And I'll win."
"Come at me then."
"Okay." Dimitri swung his fist at Chris' head, but she ducked and kicked him in balls.
"Ow! You bitch!"
Chris pinned him to the ground.
"Make me breakfast."
"Okay! Okay! Bloody hell."
"And tell me I'm the best."
"You're so petty. Fine. Chris is the best. I should go get her the best breakfast I've ever served."
"Good." Chris said, rolling off him.
"What do you want?"
"What is there?"
"Apples... Honey... Uhm... Bread..."
"APPLES COVERED IN HONEY."
"Are you sure? Does that taste any goo-"
"OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. THESE ARE SO FUCKING GOOD."
"Okay then. I'll go get them."
A few minutes later they were both crunching into apples dripping with honey.
"Mmmmm... You were right about these. They're so good."
"I told you so."
"What do you want to do today?"
"What do you normally do?"
"Well... Breakfast, a morning walk... Uhm... Well, I am a dancer so, uh, I uhm..."
"You dance? Cool. What dance do you do? I can do a bit of salsa and a waltz."