It was a monday when Lily made cheese sandwiches and lemonade. As Will bit into the perfectly crisped bread, some crumbs stuck to his face.
It was a monday when Lily reached over and brushed the crumbs away from his face, smiling.
"Why are you blushing?" she asked, tilting her head.
"I'm not blushing," he said, defensively. "My face changes colour occasionally."
"And what does pink mean?"
"Pink means calmness. Pink means I've reached a state of complete peace. Pink means I'm as cool as a cucumber-"
"Can you shut up for a minute?" she slid her hands towards his jaw and rested them under his chin.
It was a monday when Will looked at Lily and thought she was beautiful. He tried to count the freckles on her nose, but kept getting distracted. Clearly, there was too little time and too much of Lily to appreciate.
It was a monday when Will forgot how to breathe because of a girl.
It was a monday when Lily kissed Will.
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Short Story[ F E A T U R E D] short, but not necessarily sweet, vignettes
