We lay on the flower beds one dark and gloomy night. With the murky sinister clouds engulfing the moon, suffocating it until the iridescent glow fades away. We lay there with our fingers intertwined conquering the world together. We lay there until the comfortable silence eventually becomes us. I flipped over and gently laid my hand on your heaving chest as your free hand automatically meets my waist. You said i looked beautiful even under the vague moonlight. I shook my head as a tear leaked out unintentionally. I wiped it away with the back of my hand in a swift movement but more tears seem to be wallowing on the corner of my tired eyes. He pulled me into a strong embrace then traces my hollow cheekbones, my broken lips, the dark circles under my eyes after each sleepless night and stopped briefly, gently pressing his soft lips against my mine while holding me, shushing me. You looked straight into my ocean eyes said those three words like it was the easiest thing ever. My lips quiver as i asked the only question i could comprehend. “You promise?” He had this tendency of flashing his grin that made me surrender every time, suffice to say, he didn't this time either. With no  pinky promise, no paper with his signature inked, the promise simply came from his soft, delicate mouth. Smoothly it came out, nonchalantly in fact. Merely two words. “I promise.”


Sitting on the cold, empty floor only did she realise that promises so fragile end just as the night does. Beautiful and vulnerable. Just like her.