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In the picturesque ceiling of the crescent moon dusted with celestial lanterns spreading throughout the midnight sky came the incandescent glow from the streetlight; lighting up the two teenagers drunken in love — a love that only had a single chance once in twenty lifetimes.
The warm breeze tousled her ombre hair of light blue and purple hues, a gasp escaping her pink lips as the faint aroma of salt air and warm sand evaded her senses, a promise that the spring season would soon have to bid its sweet goodbye. Drunk under the golden glow of the streetlight; her lover twirled her around to match his uneven rhythm, flushing her back against his front.
“Please don't be in love with someone else,” Gray sang her favorite song in his raspy voice, arms encircling her shoulder. “Please don’t have somebody waiting on you,” his breath tickled her neck making her lean the back of her head closer to him to enjoy the sensation.
At the tender age of sixteen, Juvia knew that she could never love anyone as much as she loves Gray. She knew that this love was deep like the ocean waters, fierce yet vulnerable like the raging waves on the Pacific coast. She knew that this coastal town that they wandered around had never seen a love as pure as theirs.
If she ever lose him, if this love ever came to an end, she’d never walk in this street ever again. Throughout the years of her existence, she found time can heal most anything, but she knew that with Gray, it’s the kind of heartbreak that even time could never mend.
Her voids of ocean blue twinkled with unshed tears, idiotic thoughts playing with her heartstrings.
“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” her boyfriend whispered in her ear, from the way how her shoulders drooped in his embrace, he already knew that something was up. He turned her around to face him, icy-blue pools gazing at her sternly behind those wispy strands of raven.
“Juvia was just thinking,” she shook her head, closing her eyes and causing droplets of tears to stream down her rosy cheeks, “If God forbid and fate should step in, would it force us to say goodbye?”
“Fuck. No, I’d always come back to you,” Gray brought his cold fingers to her face, wiping up her tears, and drawing stars around her tear-stained cheeks like how he drew those celestial stars on the skin just before her heart where she hid most of her scars in a fragile veil of confidence.
Until her dying day, she’d hold on to his words as if her lifeline depended on them; like it was the sole meaning of her entire existence. She knew that he’d always come back to her, forever and always.
Sometimes, she’d wonder if he was even real because it feels like she just made him out. Juvia’s dominant hand clutched on his varsity jacket; feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against her dainty fingers, a living proof that he was real, and he was hers.
“You are the best thing that’s ever been mine,” a heartfelt smile like a beam of sunshine spread over her angelic face as she encircled her free hand around his shoulder. As her blue eyes met his orbs that reminds her of a winter sky, inside those beautiful pairs, lurks the chaos of an avalanche; or maybe it was the anticipation surging in his veins, either way, she knew that like a cardigan, she could always warm him up.
Gray trailed his rough fingers on her defined jaw, planting his right hand on her slender waist. Out of focus, lost in each other’s varying shade of blue orbs, with gravity hauling him in towards those pouty lips of hers; he sealed the daunting space between them, capturing her champagne stained lips in a sweet and emotion-laced kiss, conveying the words that he couldn’t say when he was sober.
I love you.
Drunken in love under the streetlight; this moment was a once in twenty lifetimes experience, it was rare as the gleam of the comet flashing in the midnight-painted sky.