Very Short Story #29
“Would you be scared…” she stops, suddenly hesitating, meekly looking across the table at her coffee companion.
He implored her to go on with his ocean blue eyes. Gathering her courage, and pushing past the lump in her throat, she asks, “Would you be scared if I said that I love you?” She shut her eyes not wanting to see his reaction to her love confession. Because I do… love you, that is. Words tumbled and tossed and tangled around each other as they banged against her brain and knocked against her worried heart, but it came to a standstill when warm hands cupped hers.
The gesture gives her the courage to open her eyes, but not to still her wicked fears.
His hands returned to the large cup of java he was using to keep warm rather than to drink from it. The smile on his face was bright. It melted into pure happiness that she promised herself to move mountains if it meant framing the genuine expression on his face for all the lifetimes that they’ll spend together.
He was her moon.
“No,” he replied, blue eyes locked onto hers. “Because, I love you, too.”
All grammatical errors are mine.
*** Thanks for reading this super short. I’m slowly, but surely inching my way back to writing.