“let the world slumber a little longer,” she mumbled, sleepy words losing themselves in his chest. bed head, tangled sheets, and bright eyes are their forte; but so are fleeting encounters, kisses that leave you gasping for air, and wistful goodbyes. it’s true what they say: lovers don’t have all the time in the world.

“i only just got back, and it doesn’t feel like home when you leave,” she sighs, defeated. everything about her is forlorn, exhausted after work. pale skin, light hair, and a cool touch is who she is; the girl is a lunar explosion of ethereal white and the daunting silence of the wilderness.

“you know i want to stay,” he breathes, tanned fingers tangled in his sandy hair. everything about him is warm, energetic before he rises with the day. childish madness, curious eyes, and a hot mess is who he is; the young man is a cheeky enigma — how can he show everything and nothing at once?

“will you catch me if i fall?” he teases, leaning in with a cheeky grin. his lashes brush her cheeks, her lips move to graze his, and smiles blossom upon both their faces. she never answers him; she doesn’t need to. he knows her quiet laughter, her fierce loyalty. she’ll always be waiting with open arms.

whispered wars, yearning compassion, and adolescent romance are the only cards they’ve been dealt. and there will never be enough time between night and day for them to hide away.