Our Walking Heartbeat

As Above, So Below

His fingers traced the many freckles that lay on her skin, creating images from a childhood game of connect the dots.
She dazed in and out of sleeplessness as he gently touched her.
Sawyer never could wrap his mind around her, her personality, her wittiness, her quirk.
This was all the more reason he was strung up on her.
She lay as the warm rays come through the white curtain, filling the room with dust and beauty.
At this moment, Sawyer decides he is going to protect her at all costs.

The aroma of peaches floats in the air as Sawyer too sucumbes to the heaviness his eyes carried.