Darling, you'll be okay

The rain thrummed against the bus window. I had my headphones in, but I didn't hear a sound. My mind kept replaying and rewinding Tristan's smile and his wink. Oh, that smile.

What did the wink mean? Was it just a friendly wink or... Was there a glimmer of something more I saw in his eyes? No, there couldn't be. Who could ever love a girl with scars? Who could love a girl so weak and broken that she couldn't even love herself?

Laying in bed that night, I was almost asleep when his smile flashed once more into my mind. Oh, Tristan.. I drifted to sleep, holding tight to my pillow. That was the start of the dreams:

It was Summer. We lay on a blanket in a beautiful green field. He had packed a picnic. The sun shone brilliantly, illuminating my pale, white skin. My long, black hair twisted and waved in the light breeze.

"You're so beautiful," Tristan said, looking deeply into my green eyes. He lay on his side, one arm propping up his head, and stared at me. "So damn beautiful."

I blushed furiously. He was lying, I had seen myself in the mirror. I was a mess, as always.
"I'm so glad I moved here," he said, "I never would've had a chance to meet you, otherwise." He paused and then added, "I was reluctant to move, I didn't want to leave my life behind, but you make it all worth it." I blushed, once more, unsure of what to say.

The sun was bliss, the warmth spread through me. But I had a feeling the warmth wasn't all because of the sun.

I glanced over and saw Tristan, looking sexy as hell with his hair tousling in the wind. He stared at my lips, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

He leaned in to kiss me. My heart pounded in panic.

As his lips pressed gently to mine, my alarm clock buzzed in my ear.

Confusion grasped my mind. I awoke, and found myself making out with my pillow.

How pathetic.

How could I already be this attached to someone I just met?

But that smile. Oh, that smile.

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