The mist was settling on the lake as the sun was slowly dimming into the West, still above the temple's beak setting. The winds hushed through the well set rocks, those steep stepping ones that wound end in the still waters of the lake. In quick long leaps, she stepped down as he trailed behind, enjoying the cool warmth of the lake.
She sat down ten steps high from where waters washed the rock, knees straight, her elbows set over them themselves supporting her chin as she but her nails in a panic. He came and sat in front, his back to the lake, one leg folded onto the other stroking his old shoe's leather staring at her. The camera was unveiled and the position set in his firm palm.
She was ready to rehearse her character in the play. The first time she was set, blew out a deep breath and started. His intense gaze firmly set on her every move. She soon realized with a helpless smile and said, "Take 2." he quickly replied, "it's a play honey, and like life is a play, never will you get a take 2." she remembered it but somehow, the takes went on. Every time she tried to think of him, think of them, they had to replay.
Take 13 it was. She missed it again. She had to say, "Stop looking at me, I feel tensed. It's embarrassing." The next, he was conscious on the camera screen and the play moved a little further. Every time she set her professional look breathing a huge puff, the stillness of the heart got disturbed as pleasure struck it. He watched calmly noticing her every little moment, being pixelated and displayed.
The silence would have made it so pleasant that every loaf's rustle could have been recorded. Take after take, her voice was getting feeble, her act more clear, and his love deeper. "The end", she suddenly declared as he realized that it was more than two hours they started. He hadn't followed since pretty long. All he was after was her movement, every fine smile and heartily giggle.
She snatched the camera and went through each of the shoot setting up her material to practise that night. He turned to the hazy lake and sat with his knees hugged staring into the emptiness, his heart enjoying what was witnessed.
She zipped the camera and walked to his side, his long frame letting her touch his hair. "I'm perfect", she spoke confidence echoing. He looked up at her without any movement. She looked back too. His gaze wasn't intense anymore, she felt a pull of the aura. "What’s it my love?” she asked in a caring tone.
He replied, "I was thinking that there is nothing special about you but yourself. A plain little child girl who reacts out to everything she meets. There is a beautiful girl one guy would like to check out, and a cute sweetheart inside he would like to check in and live forever. Just sitting there looking at you in the sunset for all evening wouldn't be enough, Such is my love for you And that is why I love you, how much ever you irritate me, how much ever you get naughty, that aura lives forever. It’s not about being fair, talking nicely and being romantic all the time. It's about making someone able to feel that even a moment of plainness should repeat forever. And that's what you make me feel, along with all others my butterscotch. You always ask me why I love you, don't you? This is why I love you, Because of the charm around you, Because of the never ending joyous world that you unknowingly create around yourselves. I love you. “She was smiling back.
She sat down ten steps high from where waters washed the rock, knees straight, her elbows set over them themselves supporting her chin as she but her nails in a panic. He came and sat in front, his back to the lake, one leg folded onto the other stroking his old shoe's leather staring at her. The camera was unveiled and the position set in his firm palm.
She was ready to rehearse her character in the play. The first time she was set, blew out a deep breath and started. His intense gaze firmly set on her every move. She soon realized with a helpless smile and said, "Take 2." he quickly replied, "it's a play honey, and like life is a play, never will you get a take 2." she remembered it but somehow, the takes went on. Every time she tried to think of him, think of them, they had to replay.
Take 13 it was. She missed it again. She had to say, "Stop looking at me, I feel tensed. It's embarrassing." The next, he was conscious on the camera screen and the play moved a little further. Every time she set her professional look breathing a huge puff, the stillness of the heart got disturbed as pleasure struck it. He watched calmly noticing her every little moment, being pixelated and displayed.
The silence would have made it so pleasant that every loaf's rustle could have been recorded. Take after take, her voice was getting feeble, her act more clear, and his love deeper. "The end", she suddenly declared as he realized that it was more than two hours they started. He hadn't followed since pretty long. All he was after was her movement, every fine smile and heartily giggle.
She snatched the camera and went through each of the shoot setting up her material to practise that night. He turned to the hazy lake and sat with his knees hugged staring into the emptiness, his heart enjoying what was witnessed.
She zipped the camera and walked to his side, his long frame letting her touch his hair. "I'm perfect", she spoke confidence echoing. He looked up at her without any movement. She looked back too. His gaze wasn't intense anymore, she felt a pull of the aura. "What’s it my love?” she asked in a caring tone.
He replied, "I was thinking that there is nothing special about you but yourself. A plain little child girl who reacts out to everything she meets. There is a beautiful girl one guy would like to check out, and a cute sweetheart inside he would like to check in and live forever. Just sitting there looking at you in the sunset for all evening wouldn't be enough, Such is my love for you And that is why I love you, how much ever you irritate me, how much ever you get naughty, that aura lives forever. It’s not about being fair, talking nicely and being romantic all the time. It's about making someone able to feel that even a moment of plainness should repeat forever. And that's what you make me feel, along with all others my butterscotch. You always ask me why I love you, don't you? This is why I love you, Because of the charm around you, Because of the never ending joyous world that you unknowingly create around yourselves. I love you. “She was smiling back.