Sunshine

Glistening sunshine frames a moment of pure emotion.
A boy and girl sit opposite each other on neatly wild grass knees touching, eyes gazing.
The wind gently ruffles their hair, tangling it up, as they sit nose to nose, hand to hand, forehead to forehead.
Bags and hoodies lay discarded around them like watering cans in the rain, as droplets of quiet conversation drip into the silence that they are both comfortable with, the kind of silence that only comes with truly knowing someone, and knowing that you are safe in the quiet.
The boy, who looked to be in his late teens, raised a slender hand to his girls face, and played with a strand of her hair, twisting it and admiring the way the light made it shine. Then, he placed his hand to the back of her neck, pulled lips closer to his. The resulting kiss was sweet, gentle, and full of love.

Together, they stood up and gathered their lonely belongings, which had been cast aside for almost an hour, and linked fingers. Walking out of the grounds they had been sat in for all this time, she stood on her tip toes and whispered as close to his ear as she could get
‘I love you’
The resulting grin could illuminate Blackpool at Christmas, it was so bright, and he threw his arms around her and held her tight, lifting the size fives off the floor.
Delighted, she kissed his neck, feeling oh so safe in his arms.
Eventually, they continued walking, not that they got very far, every so often one of them would stop for a kiss, or a hug, or just a look, almost as if they couldn’t believe they had each other, that they had been so lucky.
People smiled at them as they went past, eyes glazing over as they remembered back to their youth, some long ago, and some not so far in the past, when they had been in love, or been loved. How free they felt. How free this couple feels right now, they have each other, they have sunshine, and endless time together before life becomes hectic again.
A walk that should take a mere twenty minutes, but which ended up taking over forty five, came to a halt as they approached a house with a black door, which proclaimed itself to be number thirty nine, as one could gather from the numbers proudly displayed above the door.
There was a good five minutes of swearing and bag emptying into the boys hands before the door could be unlocked, after which all possessions had to be placed back into the bag, until finally they got in the house.
“I swear those damn keys have legs”
“Sure honey…”
By this point, the sunshine was retreating, and darkness was falling, which prompted the boy to declare it to be ‘scary film time’
Ten minutes later they were sat in front of a television on a black sofa, which was well used, and was showing signs. The girl had a blanket ready to hide under, and a hand to ready hold. Not that she waited for the scary parts to hold it tight.
Two hours later, the boy was woken by a sharp prod in the ribs, then a soft kiss to make it better.
He looked up sleepily to find the girl smiling at him
“What? I missed you.”