"WOULD YOU KISS ME?" | Marcanne

it's golden

After Anne had taken a warm shower and changed into dry clothes, she and Marcy were nestled against the couch in front of the fireplace. Anne was exhausted from the sleepless and lengthy flight she had taken, but she tried so desperately to stay awake and take in the beauty of the moment.

It was as if they could finally throw out their cloaks and daggers, and take down the walls they had built around themselves to protect their own hearts, because it was brighter now, as bright as a sunny morning.

They had cleared the air after breathing in the smoke of the media for so long.

Luck was such a funny thing to Anne. She remembered when she first gained attraction from her songs, how overjoyed she felt, and how her fans were the only thing she could truly care about and rely on. Things were were different now, Marcy was the centerfold of her attention. She still loved her fans, of course, but a good chunk of them had drawn out cards and made her the butt of a cruel joke. They labeled her as things she never was and never will be.

That whole mess had caused her to wound the sweetest person she ever had the luxury of meeting, and she had unfortunately trusted the wicked media instead of her own heart. She wouldn't make those mistakes again.

Perhaps they both had pasts that weren't the best.

Marcy had run with a tough crowd when she was fifteen, refusing to settle down unless it was with someone who wasn't good for her at the time. Anne, on the other hand, had a habit of storming out of every room and good situation because of the fear of the world diving her and her happiness. But now, she would love Marcy despite those fears.

They both had their flaws, but they had found a way to make it work.

Anne remembered when she was younger, thinking that love was such a pointless thing, that it would always end no matter how much you tried, she thought it was all black and white.

Marcy, on the other hand, remembered thinking love was burning red when she was younger; passionate, fast, high energy and dangerous. She had only thought of love like that because Amelie was the only example she had for it, and that girl was either the angriest person on Earth or the most passionate, she never was both at the same time.

But they both realized they were mistaken, they had proved past them's ideas of love wrong. Love wasn't bland and dreary but it wasn't supposed to be fear-driven and dangerous either. It was golden, a warm and safe feeling that was truly present when they were with each other. It's compassionate, loving and pure joy.

They had stepped into the daylight and let their problems dissolve. They left the world behind and just focused on each other's love.

As they sat there, nestled against each other, Anne couldn't help but feel so lucky to have Marcy. She had been there for her through thick and thin, even when Anne didn't deserve it. Marcy had helped her see the light, and Anne was determined to never let it go out again.

Anne's tired eyes glanced to Marcy, to see them staring intently at the fireplace, they were both thinking the same thing.

'I'll never let her go again.'

They'd make sure of it, wherever the other would stray, the other would follow close behind, begging them to take their hand and complete the journey that is life with each other, because without the other, the world was hollow.

Life was like a willow, it had to survive and be reborn millions of times, but they were sure that'd they take life head on and bend it right to their will, despite the hardships and difficult situations.

They were the one the other wanted, the one they've been waiting for all their life and they would never let each other go again. Because this was enough. This was more than enough. Their love was the medicine they've been searching for all their life to heal the wounds the others have left behind.

They spent the rest of the night talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. It was as if they were the only two people in the world. They had found something special in each other, something worth holding onto.

As the night wore on, Anne began to feel her eyes grow heavier. She knew it was time for her to get some rest. She stood up from the couch, stretched, and made her way to the bedroom. Marcy followed close behind her, and as they climbed into bed, Anne knew that everything was going to be okay.

Anne had dozed off in Marcy's arms, the scent of her perfume causing a happiness to spread in Marcy that she couldn't exactly explain. This love daze was something Marcy loved getting out of Anne each and every single day and she knew for certain that these feelings would stay.

After pressing a gentle kiss on Anne's forehead, she drifted off to sleep. Dreaming about the other girl, a happy dream like it usually was entering her brain.

To be continued...

[a/n] oh my gosh I meant to update yesterday since I was so confident I would but WATTPAD KEPT BEING A BITCH, so it didn't happen, but I apologize and I hope this makes up for it lmfao.