Each Silent Emotion | Complete

4.5. Aster's shop

'Eager, are we?' the text made my head buzz, it made my cheeks grow warm that they felt as though they burnt. My once steady heartbeat, my cool and collected demeanor shattered in one go—this heartbeat wasn't slowing down neither was it planning on ever calming down, it was in a race to win it.

Win what? I don't know, I couldn't pay attention to the clues somewhere around this void of a room—but that's the thing, you were in it and everything I loved from my shop to my plants and coffee but only you, you, I could only stare at.

Looking up, I can't believe you looked so adorable in your black overalls with a black shirt underneath—you'd never looked bad at all, I didn't believe you would. You had that teasing smirk that didn't help my case—a lost case as I wasn't winning, I was fine with losing to whatever this was—it was okay to loose.

Everything but my train of thoughts or my control of my own body. First, I smiled back, my cheeks burnt—I knew they turned pink along with my ears again—see I always lost control of my body for some reason, a reason I wish I knew.

But your little head tilt to the left, eyebrows raised in question made my feet want to crawl towards you, they had walked miles for so long and exhausted themselves

You know Moon, I did watch you but not on intentions of spying. I was going around my shelves when you looked trouble through the glass, you sure weren't unaware how beautiful you looked with your pursed lips—or that furrow on eyebrows thinking deeply.

Seemed so peaceful even as cars drove by, people passed you by—you just seemed peaceful and determined, your little pep talks were in fact fun to watch.

But do you feel it, do I make you as nervous as you make me. A hand full, countable interactions we've shared—how could friendship, perhaps not friends, am I infatuated or it's a growing crush by the day.

These emotions as heavy as rain pouring in, yet unexpected and quiet as snow fall in winter—the revival of spring, when everything is just right.

Moon, are this feelings fast but meant to fade or fast yet meant to last—for as long as they know.

Half way mark, let's meet at the halfway mark.

You see, control over my legs is something I didn't have. I took the first step, I watched take the next—being honest I was rather curious the sound your sandals made against the floor with each step.

My hand on your wrist, I'd like to show you something and you let me lead you—I like these warm feelings in mine, enough that I could feel them on my fingers.

Moon, I like your smile.

I like the waay your skin reminds of rich soil—I'd grow in you—feel embraced with warmth and lack not.

Moon

What is this?