jumphee
I can only hear your voice wading slowly through the rooms of the old house. Who opened the windows letting you in? I cannot go to bed, silence blossoms like mold covering the walls. Now my feet are burning because I walked for so long I can't remember. I walked alone, wading across this road trying to find that little flower with the memory of your eyes. I am sinking at each step, and I almost fell asleep without telling you good night.
the next morning, they accidentaly bumped into each other. at least that's what he thought. yet right there he could only think about ripping her hat off and taking a hand full of her long blonde hair, crashing her rose, almost surreal lips into a brutal kiss. he flinged away the horrible thought.
'you've grown into a fine woman, sis'
she blushed terribly, and rushed down the stairs, because not even in their later relationship she could admit her feelings for him.