It was 21th April - both of the impatient hormonally fidgeting bodies have been waiting to step in the closest possible radiance of one another. And, after the catastrophic storm they strided against - the last thing that was craved was - auras wrapping each other, with so much diligence and so much tenderness - that could heal all their melancholy collectively.

So, let me lend you, with a little context here - past days - rough - very barbaric - very catastrophic - so much so, that the knot they were entwining together was on the verge of a halt. But hey… It’s them we’re talking about here. 

Bitches come and go bro, they stay !

So, it was the 21st - the sun was nowhere to be seen and the air was dancing with so much joy that it felt like some boon was gonna crack in this murky world. Well, boon sure was there. Sun played the little peek-a-boo and then she woke up - bathed - did her hair and woohoo - off she went to school - the last day. Did she sleep? Nope, very less - she did try but was in vain. Only one thing was required - 

HIM AND HIS RADIANCE.

She landed in school, with no intentions of bumping into anyone but him. Dropped the bag, went for the stroll in the grass - kenny tagged along - her eyes scanning the crowd - the crowd giving her poisonous looks. Then he came…. Aah…. his eyes…. Her heart sank - her body shivered - it felt like she was deficient, a void was there and he poured his love and just like that - all the wounds, all the emptiness filled - mended.

She flew to him , and he beamed - spread his arms and his smile - the moment the skins rubbed against each other - a true sense of electric signal was transmitted - a beautiful fragile note was hit - threads of love were wrapped around the hearts - a bridge made on the principle of “acceptance” was built and when they snuggled close - they reached at the end to find, “Home” - 

a place to live, a place to die,

 a place to be with thee.

They had to loosen up - get separated - havan was about to begin. Off they went, sat, played and went with the gorgeous golden beauty of the almighty.

She had an attack - right in the middle of the session. An attack twisting and stifling her - it would've been better if she had just let that pain out - but nope - strong bitch - took that all in, swallowed it all. Hence, the repercussions -fidgeting hands, teary eyes, uneasy stature, vibrating body.

He chimed in again, took her hand, absorbed half the pain,, the other half evaporated on its own. Aah…. what a swain, what a swain.

They dispatched - went to the room for the rest of the formalities. There began the actual symphony of two hearts not just playing with hormonal notes but swaying and flowing with the rhythm called, “Homeyness”, gulping the portion of love, breathing each other.
It sure was quite magical, quite surreal, quite fanatic.

He sat behind her - with his lazer focus on her - scanning her, living her. She had this urge too - so she twisted her spine, turned her head - beckoned him to come closer, he followed - and kissed his warm cheeks. They were warm, fragile and gorgeously marvelous. Well, that was that - He got excited - was excited - the nerves only got pumped. 

The bodies were just cutting to the chase and the mouths were throwing excuses for the act.

I want you to wrap me - all of me, she slipped while he was holding her hands. The intention was pure - she just felt protective when the arms were around her, she felt liberated with every touch that traced her body - it was never badly deliberated - yet it was conceived that way only - not by him but by the surrounded batch of people. Well, they can fuck themself.

He made the pact with him and then out of nowhere pulled her for the hug. That touch still crawls her skin. Makes her want more of him. The safe zone - the truthfully naive him.

Can I hold your cheeks? He said with the eyes promising and marrying to the beautiful present. She said nothing, just placed her fluffy cheeks in his colossal hands - it was for him, she was for him - His to keep, his to love – He should know it.

In the fuss - the howling dogs of their class, the roaring bitches of their class, the silent looker of their class - they were in the most frenzy - a frenzy healing the destructive them, a frenzy dealing with their constructive selves - a frenzy creating havoc in the silence of their aura.

Beautiful finesse. Beautiful them. Beautiful him. Beautiful omen.

“Matt Rifle, 

I love you Matt Rifle,

I will be with you Matt Rifle - You’ll be with me Matt Rifle,

We’ll be together - Matt Rifle”

a song with four lines - played on loop in her tiny head.

They both sat together after the shuffling of partners and she stood up asking for scissor from someone - she leaned a little and there came the arms - wrapped her waist - his face resting on her belly and his arms tucking around her waist strong and hard - his eyes shut - weaving a dream and escaping everyone. She was just escorted to the highest cloud and the feeling she had - the baby she had - the love that baby shows every time - the naive and fragile baby - her hands melted and she wrapped them around and about his head too.

Love, harmony , peace.’

Him and Her - what a beauty, what a soul.

The tremendous plot was laid, with an execution showing nothing but love and an aura discharging nothing but acceptance.

He was close, closer than ever and she just couldn't get enough - never. 

Then the body was taking the charges and a halt was slapped on talking — caressing, wrapping, snuggling, holding and feeling - were the only locomotion seen.

The intensity somewhat dispersed with the massive amount of people building around them, but He never let go of her. He straightened up, carried her leg with so much diligence and placed it on his legs - caressed them and then started pressing his strong fingers with so much delicacy, and even though she never reacted - she felt chuffed.  The enthusiasm whilst treating the obligations just grew - up and up and up.

He was just how she loved - around her, for her. She was just how he loved - present for him.

 The only song on loop was -

Matt, Matt, Matt,

We’re gonna be alright Matt

We will rise and radiate Matt

Make me yours Matt.

The clock was sprinting and so did the vulnerability. The moment of separation - the reality.

This active show of them conversing on this harmonious contemplation ran all the day. With very heavy hearts, they rose from the seats, passed the stairs, sat on the grass for quite some minutes and left the asylum. The point of departure - and the heart sank again - the fears whispered again – she never wanted to leave - she wanted to stay longer, with him - around him - for him. Yet, obli-motherfucking-gations were there. They parted steps and walked on opposite paths.

Something hit her and she ran backwards - calling for him, he swirled and knew at once - the emotions were mutual and followed, He leaned in and she pressed her lips on his cheeks, so did he. A kiss, a verdict of “Togetherness”, “compassion” and “Love”. A kiss not just for the sake of kissing but for the sake of reassuring. 

The connect had engraved some real traces in her veins - they now know his body odor, they know how he fits in her arms, they know how is face is like, they know how his arms feels, they know how he breaths against her skin, they know how he caresses the wounds, they know him, DARN IT! Her body knows him, her mind can rummage his aura, her heart can pick his aroma - he is closer than ever.

Matt we will make it together, Matt

Look at me Matt - “We-Will-Do-It-Together-Matt”.

“I wanna brew us together”, another irrational pact plastered her mind.

If it weren't for the rationality,

1. She would have lunged on him, straight up treating his lips and his eyes. His lips smacked on hers - his arms coiled on her and the time kissing the halt. No such delicacy is worthy for the moment.

2. If it weren't for the obligations, it wouldn't take more than 30 seconds for her to fiddle with his hair yet kissing his face all the way through, Playing with those eyes, dissolving in his body odour and just letting things be for a while.

3. If it weren't for her being nobody in this society, she would have married that desperate bastard.

4. If it weren’t for the odds, she would have stayed,

5. If it weren’t for them to govern - she would have ran away with him, 

6. If it weren’t for them - she would have died for good.

Only none of it was to be. So, treating him rightfully is the only option left.

She hummed the way back home,

I have taken a kiss long yet too short for the moment and it was planted on the cheeks because neither he has planned for it to be before 18, nor she’s that of  an un-abiding bitch yet. Con-sensuality and active participation is the principle they are adhering to. 

She again hummed,

I am falling hard Matt

Make this stop before it gets dire.

And just like that, both of them left…

Out of sight, out of touch -

Living without one other - and yet not dying.