Sophie Hannah Wells| 18
Employed at Kurt Geiger
University| Fashion Media and Promotion
Blog - sophwells.blogspot.com
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Softly the wind blew against my sheer skin, the curls of my elegantly long dark hair swept across my bare shoulders. The sun shimmered in the bright blue sky above my head, gazing down at me as I lay in a pool of beautiful, blooming flowers. I sunk into the overgrown grass: it tickled my bare feet and towered over me. The smell of nature was so sweet, petals as fragrant as perfume.
I thought I would never find love until I found you. As I lay in the middle of what seemed acres of lonely fields, I heard a voice, that voice was yours. I thought I was dreaming. Overwhelmed by the beauty of nature, my eyes were closed and I breathed deeply in relaxation. I suddenly felt a warm haze of air brushing against my blushed cheek. I slowly opened my eyes to find you watching over me. I was stunned by the brightness of the sun, but you were still so beautiful: your smile creased at the corners of your soft lips; your eyes sparkled a light shade of green; your hair was messy and windswept but dark like mine – my favourite shade. Where could something so wonderful come from? You reached out your hand, insisting to pull me to my feet; I stood a few inches below your chin. The flowers below entwined our ankles together and I carelessly tripped and fell into the crease of your neck. The smell of your cologne astounded me but I pulled away in embarrassment.
Slowly the sun lowered in the sky and the air grew colder. A warm shade of pink from the sky glowed among the fields. The branches of a willow tree grew steadily over our heads. Sat beneath, your arms curled around my waist keeping me warm. Your embrace was strong, strong enough for me to feel incredibly safe and secure from anything. You could protect me; you would want me to be protected. I never thought anything so simple, could be so wonderful. My stomach was filled with butterflies every time we caught each others eye, or touched. Gently, I laid my head on your shoulder; you didn’t hesitate but advanced closer towards me. Your lips pressed against my forehead. I felt loved and looked after. You were the one; you would always be there for me.
Then I woke up. Confused, I sat up in my bed from possibly the best dream I had ever had. Apart from this was not the first time I had experience this dream. The reality is that the beautiful boy in my dream was actually mine and has been for several months. But he seemed too good to be true, and I wondered every morning if my dream was trying to tell me something, a warning. However my heart says I’m just being paranoid, and he is simply amazing. I was in love with him. I glanced around my room quickly, looking to see if anything was out of place, to see whether he had visited. Everything seemed just how I had left it. The sun was beaming through a slight gap in my curtains so I jumped out of bed to open them. It was a beautiful day, and there in the distance was that field of flowers where I apparently meet him every night. I smiled in relief because I knew he wasn’t just a figure of my imagination. Today was Saturday; I was scheduled to meet him this day. The time on my clock said “10.12am” so I had approximately 2 hours till we’d embrace each other again.
I waited patiently on the same wooden bench in the park. It was desolate. The recreational ground was never usually this empty on a Saturday, maybe parents had finally forced their kids to study, as it was a perfectly nice day to be out. You were now fifteen minutes late, which isn’t unusual for you seeming as you’re so bad with time. I didn’t mind, it actually made me smile, your typical ways. While I waited, I decided to listen to some music, summer music which was cheerful and we shared as an interest. I constantly looked in the mirror, perfecting my long waves and make-up. I always tried my best to look amazing for you, you managed to do it for me everyday with no effort. You still always say I look gorgeous, even in the mornings, but you have to say that otherwise you’re considered to be a bad person, or so you say.
Time grew past, but I decided not to call you. I knew you wouldn’t let me down, so you’d have to turn up at some point. You were now forty minutes late and even though I started to get a little agitated, I told myself not to worry. Maybe next time I shouldn’t turn up on time neither. We’d never have to wait for each other, or I’ll never have to wait for you at least. A few dog walkers and children went past me every now and then, I smiled at them nicely but inside I felt anxious. The sun was still high in the sky; I felt my skin tingle as the heat hit me. It felt almost satisfying; our British summers are usually rather dull and unexciting.
I was in the middle of reading one the books you gave me when my phone vibrated in the bottom of my bag. I rustled through the crumbs and the left over sweet wrappers in desperation that it would be you. I didn’t even bother to read the name on the screen, I just answered it. I smiled in relief when I heard your voice; however you had an undertone of disappointment. I kept myself quiet while I listened to you attempt to tell me something. The awkward silence hinted that something was wrong. I spoke to relieve ourselves from the worst. The first thing I said was “I love you”. I was embarrassed when you never said it back, you just stayed quiet and content. I begged you to tell me what was wrong; you gave me nothing in return. I joked with you to release the tension by ordering you to see me immediately. I was about to hang up until you spoke. Your words hit me like a thousand knives. I was terrified and shocked; I couldn’t do or say anything. The phone dropped out of my hands uncontrollably and a tear shed from my eye. I didn’t move because I couldn’t. It was the end of all things good; the end of the perfect fairytale; the end of us.