His lips captures hers in slow, but passionate kiss. All rational thoughts fade away, replaced by him. He tastes like fresh forest air, hazelnut chocolate, and Teddy and she feels like every atom of her craves for him.
As he kisses her again, she thinks that finally, it’s the beginning of her fairytale. And in her humble opinion, she’s started her generation off just fine.
- shine like stars, dream like clouds, chasingafterstarlight
It’s summer, and the air is warm and golden around them, and they sit underneath the walnut tree, not having to say a thing. She absentmindedly picks at the blades of grass, happy to drink in the silence and the heat.
- chin up, by ink-stained dreams
“You don’t have to go through with it, you know,” she says to him, her blue eyes pleading and just a little bit heartbroken, and he doesn’t understand why she couldn’t have loved him at fifteen, when they were both young and free.
Victoire was dreaming.
There was her and Teddy, maybe 25, together. A sparkling ring was on her finger and she looked pregnant. 3 other children were around.
Her family.
She’s buried in her favorite blue sundress and wedding ring and sneakers and sunflowers are laid on her grave to symbolize happiness and adoration and loyalty.
she’s possibly the most radiant thing he’s ever seen.
He grabbed her hands, pulled her close and kissed her again.
She swats his arm, and her touch is like a tattoo against his skin, her with her buttercream sundress and smiles like sunshine.
beauty is in the eye of the beholder - Will Shakespeare
