mauve roses

a lil piece i wrote a few years ago cuz i'm too lazy to write smthn tdy

The street lamps illuminated the rain in a soft yellow glow, the pitter-patter calming everyone’s nerves. Alex pulled into the driveway, exhausted from being away from his girl all day, he turned off his headlights, grabbing the mauve roses he knows she loves. Of course, MAUVE roses, his soft girl. He walks up to the door, shaking the rain droplets out of his hair, he pauses seeing the light leak out of the living room curtains and picks up on the faint sounds of music through the door. Deciding against ringing the bell, he puts the key in and slowly pushes the door open so as to not disturb Ava.

He stands transfixed at the door, admiring what’s his as she dances her heart out in her bunny pajamas and ice cream, belting out some Taylor Swift, not a care in the world. He watched as she threw her head back to the start of the chorus, shaking her head through it, smiling as she sang the slow parts and trying to hit the high notes and take a breath. Each off-key note that fell through her lips resonated in his chest. For others, it would have been far from perfect but for him, it was everything. Perfect. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.

As the last notes of the song faded out, she turned, her cheeks beautifully flushed, beads of sweat at her hairline, the twinkle in her eyes and her smile radiating pure unfiltered joy. She squealed and jumped into his arms and hugged him. She fit against him perfectly as if custom made for him and him alone. His heart swelled with love as she raised her head to look him in the eye, no words were said, nothing needed to be said. The eyes were enough, the windows to the soul, showcasing the love, affection and admiration for one another.