Each Silent Emotion | Complete

3.6. Moon's mind

For a minute there, Aster you gave me a scare. I shoved you and you didn't do anything about it as the reaction that came made my feet stumble, you were stiff keeping your eyes completely shut as I could see the slight wrinkles form around your eyes—had I hurt, shoved you too hard—kept playing in my head.

I was ready to apologize but then you opened your eyes, and at that I was thrown off again, I actually got to look at you hazel eyes—notice the grey freckles and the emotions of confusion, uncertainty then realisation settle in.

One after the other

Then you scared me again, I wouldn't necessarily say scared that I was ready to get up and run, screaming for my life—just how unprepared I was, wiped out completely off my feet.

I was still butt hurt sat on the ground as you continued to laugh, my sight robbed of you hazel eyes but ears blessed with your laughter—If I were to expect anything or assume what your laugh would have been, the first thing would be loud.

Loud isn't bad, I don't mind it.

The type of loud someone is unaware of as they speak with earphones in, that type that everyone would hear—I'm everyone right now and let me soak it in, just me.

A smile creeps in on my lips—of course I love privileges.

You were laughing, you weren't forcing it, it was just that—light and heavy—really pleasant feeling of a guy wrenching movie framed kiss, that glimmer in your eyes the first time I signed back to you.

Each time I sign to you.

I'd write a poem at this point even though I barely know how to describe this, probably deafening by the sound of my heartbeat and your laughter.

Aster, I don't know why you have you hand over you mouth as you laugh, I know you're unaware how loud you actually are but I don't mind—I also don't mind seeing all your teeth out as you laugh.

My hand dips further into the couch because it really—I must say—wants to hold that hand down and away, let me see it all.

This is a start though, I like it—my fingers brush lightly again your ear as I place a few strands of your hair behind your ear, carefully, I don't want you to stop laughing—I just want you beauty mark in view.

Let's have this art of intimacy that is stealing glances and never eye contact.