Limitless

We walked slowly up the hill to the old weeping willow. Smiling and enjoying ourselves. Stopping just to see the smallest of things, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Stopping to make a wish on a dandelion. Stopping to look at water droplets on spider webs, leaves and flowers. Stopping just to look into each other’s eyes. We soon reached the willow and sat under it. Each second that past by we wished was longer yet it felt like we were there forever. He lied in my lap looking onto the horizon. My arms wrapped around him, shielding him from any danger. I was prepared to jump in front of a bullet for him. I could feel his heart beat and him breathing. Feeling life in its simplest forms, a heartbeat and breathing is a magical thing. It was amazing to feel him living. The sun set over the horizon in pinks and oranges. But we didn't leave, we watched the sunset until it was a small glow in the distance and the sky was almost pitch black.

I carried my guitar up the hill. Continuously looking over my shoulder for him. He was nowhere in sight. I sat under the tree looking into the clear azure sky. The cool spring breeze softly greeted me every so often and I greeted it back with a gentle smile. My hands slowly played the strings on my guitar. Simple chords carried through the air with no true meaning. Some songs I had actually learnt, some songs I guessed at and some songs of my own.  I had my eyes closed when I heard my name being called. I didn't need to open my eyes to know it was him. He sat down next to me eager to listen to my music. I played a familiar song and he hummed along. Soon our voices sang out. We were singing to ourselves but to each other at the same time. Maybe it was because we felt that we were one. The guitar was passed between us numerous times, playing beautiful music. Our voices sung the parts that we knew and we just listened for the parts we didn't. Soon we ran out of songs to sing and play. So we decided to go home. We said our silent goodbye to the willow and left. Hand in hand.

Soft clouds loomed over head. As I walked up the hill I saw him waiting under the tree. I got closer and saw a knife in his hands. Flashes of the many times I had used a knife on myself under that tree rushed through my mind. Soon I had joined him under the tree. I eyed the knife, scared to think of what he was going to do with it. I asked what it was for and he answered with one word "Watch” He carved his initials into the tree and passed the knife to me. As soon as the knife left his hand it burned my skin. The knife fell to the floor and he let out a small gasp. He gave me a reassuring smile and passed the knife to me again but not letting go. Putting it in my hand, he held his hand on top of mine and the knife. Together we carved my initials into the tree. I pressed my lips against his and we finished the letters off with a heart around it. This tree was officially ours.

I met him waiting for me at the bottom of the hill on a wooden bench. He stood up and we said our hellos. A soft kiss was shared before we set off for our willow. He held my hand like it was something special. Like it meant something, it did. His grip on my hand was strong but it felt soft. Our fingers fitted perfectly between one another despite the size difference. As we walked we swayed and talked about just stuff. He soon stopped me in my tracks with a statement. "I doubt you could carry me" Laughter filled the atmosphere to his silly guess. I stood in front him and bent my knees. His little body leapt onto my back. He had his hands around my neck and legs around my waist. My hands had to grip at his thighs so he wouldn't slip down. Giggles came from above me. I began to spin in circles and leaning over. This all had to do with trust. Maybe a bit of playfulness and showing off too, it didn't hurt anyone so whatever. He squealed with joy as I sprinted up the hill effortlessly. Within moments we were at the top of the hill. I stopped under the tree and let him down. There were more clouds in the sky and they were darker today, but that couldn't stop his smile from glowing and brightening up my day.

Time passed as I waited for him under our tree. It was raining lightly and the sky was dark but that shouldn't have stopped him from coming. I switched on my iPod putting it on shuffle but I didn't find anything satisfying. The sky rocked with thunder and the rain came down harder. I pulled my hoodie over my head protecting my face from the rain. I was getting worried. Maybe he though I wouldn't come because of the rain? Or maybe he just isn't coming because of the rain. A small dark figure rose from the mist at the bottom of the hill. My body tightened but then loosened when I saw it was him. His face was dripping wet and so were his clothes. I stood up and walked quickly over to him. He fell into my arms trembling. Our lips met and thunder sounded. His body quivered under my hands. I had to hold onto him tighter to protect him. The rain was sliding down our faces, getting into our mouths and being a nonsense. Lightening sparkled in the distance and our bodies and lips separated. His face was terror struck, it broke my heart. His eyes were studying at my neck. On the side was a thin scar, it was still new and healing over. He cupped his hand on my neck where the scar laid, it was warm but shaking. Either from the storm or concern, hopefully the storm. His other hand wrapped around my neck and he pulled me close. Our lips met once again. I walked backwards carefully, trying not to break our embrace. I searched blindly for the cover of the tree. I tripped over a root and fell. He fell on top of me but he was small enough that it didn't hurt. We kissed even more deeply each second. My hands pulled at his damp hair and he had me pinned to the ground. Our tongues traced along each others. The rain making it hot and wet. More lightening sparkled in the distance and more thunder rocked the skies. We ignored what was happening around us, our main focus was on each other.

The rain had stopped but the sky was still cloudy. We laid under the weeping willow. His head on my chest. He listened to my slow heart beat. I could feel his warm breath threw my shirt. He was wearing my freshly cleaned hoodie, unknowingly making it smell safe and nice. He began to sing a song in Spanish. It sounded beautiful. I stroked his hair and he kissed my chest. My eyes shot open. He didn't know how good that felt and he wasn’t going to. He already knew of my other week spots, my jaw and stomach. My arms and chest were unknown to him. I knew of his weak spots, his neck, sides, waist line and thighs. Kasumi made sleepish sounds. Clawing at my shirt, he closed his eyes. Soon he was asleep. I wonder what he could be dreaming about. My eyes rested and my arms cradled his body. I drifted into a light sleep waking every now and then checking if he was still there safe in my arms.

I smiled to myself as I walked up the hill. I had left early to meet him, I couldn't stand waiting at home. I whistled a little tune just to show how happy I was. I saw a shape at the top of the hill that was too large to be Kasumi. Was someone else using our spot? I snuck up slowly and quietly trying to be unheard. I soon had a good view. Too my disgust and horror I saw Mika. What was she doing there! I thought she moved from town. Rage had taken over me and fury filled my veins. I was seeing red. What on Earth was she doing here? Out of all places. Under the tree we had shared all those years ago. I didn't even notice what she was doing when I came out of hiding and started yelling at her. Her tongue was down Kasumi's throat. Time froze. His eyes opened and looked empty when they looked at me. Anger burned in his eyes and he started yelling at me. "You were using me the whole time, two timing me and lying. I loved you! How could you be so shallow? You said you had changed, you said you weren't a whore anymore! It was all one big lie!" Tears were streaming down his face. I looked at Mika she was smiling to herself. She clearly had planned this.

I awoke screaming and crying. I had a cold sweat and the shakes. The image of her kissing him kept on reappearing every time I closed my eyes. It was replaying over and over again in my head, just to torture me. Hours went by, but I was too afraid to go back to sleep in case the nightmare would return. I hated not being with Kasumi. Eventually my will wasn't enough to keep me awake. In defeat and exhaustion my body went into a deep, thankfully dreamless sleep.