Keeping his gaze on the lantern, Charles was only pulled out of his reverie when he felt her soft hand squeeze against his own, causing him to squeeze hers back and look at her with a smile that could only be described as the kind of smile you had when you were laying in a field on a summers night watching the stars flicker to their music. It was comforting, content, and calming. That was Emmeline. She was for all intents the stars that shone against the night sky.
Her eyes glistened like them, her smile illuminated as they did, and her touch inspired him as the stars would and there was absolutely nothing the Hit Wizard would do to change that. If she was to drift amidst the stars, she would be indiscernible from an angel living amongst the dark backdrop.
There were no words he wanted to say in that moment: - he just held her hand, pulling her slightly toward him, and smiled softly.
He was falling for her as the stars sometimes shot through the sky.
Though just as the shooting stars came, they often vanished.
And Charles found himself wishing upon the shooting star in front of him.
He wished this moment would never end and they would never depart.
He wished, for the first time in his life, that love would find its way to their hearts and meet one another.
Charles Caulfield wished in that second – more than anything he’d ever wanted – that she could be his.
And it almost felt as if she was.
Though she wasn’t.
His smile feigned for a moment as did his grip on her though they quickly regained their composure and he opened his mouth, “I’m… glad. So it means there is an us?” He asked, the pit of his stomach was swirling with anxiety though he wanted to push through it. He did not want this to turn out as it always did – he was determined to not allow that to happen.
Her eyes glistened like them, her smile illuminated as they did, and her touch inspired him as the stars would and there was absolutely nothing the Hit Wizard would do to change that. If she was to drift amidst the stars, she would be indiscernible from an angel living amongst the dark backdrop.
There were no words he wanted to say in that moment: - he just held her hand, pulling her slightly toward him, and smiled softly.
He was falling for her as the stars sometimes shot through the sky.
Though just as the shooting stars came, they often vanished.
And Charles found himself wishing upon the shooting star in front of him.
He wished this moment would never end and they would never depart.
He wished, for the first time in his life, that love would find its way to their hearts and meet one another.
Charles Caulfield wished in that second – more than anything he’d ever wanted – that she could be his.
And it almost felt as if she was.
Though she wasn’t.
His smile feigned for a moment as did his grip on her though they quickly regained their composure and he opened his mouth, “I’m… glad. So it means there is an us?” He asked, the pit of his stomach was swirling with anxiety though he wanted to push through it. He did not want this to turn out as it always did – he was determined to not allow that to happen.