She sat there, at the edge of Greece.Summer skies a touch away and turquoise waves a thousand feet below,the wind blowing it’s salts and songs into her sun-burnt curls.
She sat at the edge of life and for once in twelve years-the skies were beautiful.
“What are you doing here?” the familiar cynical tone made her smile.
She spun her head towards the sturdy figure whose shadow blocked the warmth of the May sunshine,her curls bouncing with a long lost mirth.
“Living,” a reckless smile spread across her tanned features.
He arched an eyebrow in question-ever the sweet, mushy cynic. She shook her head at that thought and a corner of her heart ached with a sudden rush of bliss and sorrow that only his presence would stir. How did he manage to do that? After all these years?
Her eyes squinted against the sun as she looked up at him again,the smile never leaving her lips. She held up a dirt streaked hand to him,
“Come,live with me.”
He snorted but she could sense the cynic melting a little, despite the less than polite gesture of exasperation.
“Well come on, you are obligated to.”
She winked. He sighed.
He sat down beside her,and it was there again-the unspoken bond of souls that was born twelve years ago,through shared silence and a love for a world beyond their rusted billboards and windows.
The best thing to share with him was silence. But he kept forgetting that.
“I love you,” he says and despite her cherished love for silence and memories, he butterflies flutter again.
“Can I kiss you?” she says, her eyes shine with a memory of a summer seven years ago. It was another summer, another life.
“You need to ask?” There was a mischief in his eyes, a warm kind of mischief. A warmth so indescribably his, the one that made had made it’s way into her soul during their young love’s banters and as remnants of passionate rendezvous.
He edged closer, his hands trailing a path up her waist and her parted lips strained to meet his.
For the first time in a long time, they were whole again.
It was a ‘first kiss’ kiss, deep, fleeting and complete, all at the same time. The kind that blazes into a momentous fire and as the years go by,it becomes a lingering flame of the soul.
“I love you,”she said, words that are as fierce as her heartbeat.
“No sorry?” He chuckled.
“The girl who said sorry for all the wrong reasons had left long ago. All you’re left with is the one beside you, blasphemous and egoistic.”
She threw him a smirk.
He returned it with a smile.
She pulled away her eyes from his languid, muscular form and spread it across her share of the edge-of-the-world.
“There are a million things I need to be sorry about,more than a million. But I’ll leave it for another day.Right now, I want to be happy,I want to be consumed by these summer skies.In this moment, it’s you and me and this little world. Right now, we are infinite.”
Their hands found each other as easily as one found home. He looked at her with his warmth in those eyes again.
“I think we have always been infinite.”
She smiles, his warmth spreads in her soul.
“Twelve years of infinity?”
They stare at the sunset that looms over their edge-of-the-world, hands held together, souls bound into one.
“Twelve years of infinity.”