1. 29th Of June
29th of june. The day it happened. She was walking down the high street. Head in a book, her eyes framed by her glasses. He was leaning agaist the bus shelter. In a worn blazer and V-neck T-shirt. dirt covered jeans around his legs. In and out her blew. Inhale the smoke exhale the smoke. Easy. She looked up at him. A look of disgust on her face.
She thought her mouth in a scowl. Her eyes in a glare. Out of no where he came. His brown hair blowing through the breeze. The sun pounded on her thick uniform as she weaved in and out of people. Her head still in a book. In and out. Easy. Her pristine shoes made their way along the cobbled streets. Her ponytail swinging from side to side. He followed her. Gracefully through the bodies of people, The souls of the lost. Her head still in the book she walked. Went to cross the road with a few seconds before a car came whizzing past. She would have made it. If her pristine shoes didn't make her trip on the cobbled roads. Down she went. In slow motion for him. His running more like walking. Her falling more like lying. He reached her before she hit the tarmaced road. Her book in his hand. Her glasses between his teeth. With that glance she knew she was in love. With those minutes he spent looking at her make her way through the cobbled streets he knew he was in love.
This wasn't normal love for Greg and Evangeline.
This was Everlasting Love.