Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air…



She looked over at him. She took in everything: his boyish features, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed or smiled, the way he looked at her. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Teach me how to do it again,” she said.

He took her fingers and gently guided them on the guitar strings. His fingers pressed firmly onto hers as he strummed the guitar. She flinched; her fingers felt a slight discomfort from the vibrations of the strings.

“Are you sure we’re supposed to press it that hard?” she asked.

He laughed her favourite laugh. His eyes, she thought. Her heart melted.

“Yes, if we want to make it a perfect-sounding chord. But we’ll do something way easier.”

He took her hand into his and held it tight. She squeezed it back but he managed to grip it tighter. She went straight into his arms, leaning her head against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat; she could feel his love emanating right through. By no means of force, a smile spread wide across her face. My happy place, she thought giddily.