Truth or Dare?
She said, "Truth."
"So, reveal all the details of your first kiss."
She immediately looked across the room at him, who sitting quietly in the corner, on the other side of the table. Eyes met. In a next moment, her mind was no longer here. It was back in Paris, her first trip there.
She remembered how she's lost her way, separated from him and the group. Her excitement had quickly turned to fear. No money, no phone, no idea where she was. Lost in an unknown City streets, she wandered for hours until her feet ached and her tears wouldn't stop. As the night grew darker, her hope faded too.
As she finally reached near the Eiffel Tower, her hopes came back. Out of nowhere, her heart began to echo a single, certain voice:
"HE WILL FIND YOU NO MATTER WHAT."
At that moment, she surrendered herself, to that voice, her knees growing weak.
Meanwhile, he was searching her desperately, refusing to give up even as everyone else started losing chance.
"I WILL FIND HER NO MATTER WHAT."
These words repeated in his chest until they become a compass. He started to feel her presence, calling him like the memory of her voice telling their friends how badly she wanted to see the Eiffel. Her Eiffel.
He ran.
Ran as if his entire life depended on reaching her.
And there she is.
When he spotted her, he stopped. Breath ragged. Heart in his throat.
She was kneeling by the base of the Eiffel Tower, sobbing into the shawl he had made her wear before leaving the hotel.
He took slow, deliberate steps towards her. His eyes were blurry with tears he refused to let fall. When he finally placed his hand on her shoulder, she shivered from his touch. He took.
She turned, startled and then furious.
She got to her feet and began her ranting, maybe heart out, by wiping her tears.
"How careless I am! How stupid I am! always creating messes, creating troubles. Inviting chaos." without even being aware of, she was feeling sorry, but for whom? For him?
Probably not because of her next rant. It undid his chuckles.
"Why didn't you find me sooner... huh?Why? You never care about me. You never worry if I'm okay. You just...just watch me fall apart. You wanted me to die, right?"
At the last line, something in him finally broke.
"For you, do I even exis--"
He grabbed her closer by waist. He pressed his lips to hers.
He kissed
They kissed
Everything around them stilled.
The crowds disappeared, the city went silent, time itself forgot how to move.
For them, it was just us.
Did they take each other's first kiss in front of the Eiffel Tower?
That kiss...
That kiss, was not because they were in love, not yet known.
That kiss, was because they found each other after so many lifetimes. Their soul already recognised each other.
Their heartbeat had always been in unison. Are they even aware of it?
While he often wondered how he could ever make her brain understand that his entire existence depended on her. So he proved it, being a man of action, not words.
As their lips met, the tears he'd been fighting, slipped down his cheeks. Perhaps they both needed that certainty, that physical promise:
"NO MATTER WHAT, WE WILL FIND EACH OTHER. THAT'S WHERE WE BELONGS"
No one could say how long they stood there telling every cell of their bodies: we exist because of us.
When they finally opened their eyes, after what felt eternity. They pulled apart in shock at what they had just done. They felt like they'd committed some sin so grave that instant death was only punishment or maybe it was on the way in disguise.
Their friends found them. Hugged her, Returned her belongings, suggested her to insert GPS chip in her body, lol.
One among them asked "Why are both of your faces so red, like two tomatoes? Is it because of winter, cold?"
They looked at each other. An instant death.
"Now, why are you both behaving like, you guys committed some sin?"
Anyways, it was winter. But the spark that heated up was untouched by it. The clock had already struck midnight. The group started moving towards dinner and then back to hotel.
Back to Truth or Dare
She regaining her consciousness.
She flipped her hair, trying to look non chalant.
"No, I never had any kiss," she lied, her voice steady "No one has ever made me so breathless that I'd give away my first kiss." She slowly sipped the drink.
She dared to glance sideways, expecting him to be shocked. But he only smirked. As he already knew her kind of fake truth.
His shy sweetheart.
But his consciousness is still there. Where she left.
Back to Paris
Later that night, as they walked back. All the others were ahead. He lingered behind, picking up her shawl that had slipped from her hand during their moment.
A man approached him and placed a photo into his hand. And said
"Que votre vie à deux soit remplie de joie et d'amour"
(Translation: May your life together be filled with joy and love.)
He looked down, stunned.
"We--we kissed when the lights were sparkling!?"
Yes, the Eiffel Tower was celebrating their moment.
He kept the photo in his pocket carefully. He looked back at the Eiffel Tower one last time. For the first time, he saw it not as a landmark. But as the witness of something eternal.
It wasn't just a tower - it was a lighthouse of their love. Her Eiffel Tower.
Back to Truth or Dare
Soon they announced the end of game.
She hurried to her room, hoping to escape his teasing. But he being he, followed her with those long, purposeful strides.
Just as she was about to unlock her door, he stopped her.
"So," he said, his voice low, "am I that breathtaking? You ended up giving me your first kiss?"
She tried to look clueless. Tried.
"Do you even consider it as kiss?" She attempted to justify.
He raised one eyebrow.
Frustrated, she blurted out, "It is not even ten percent of my fantasy!"
She clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified.
His smirk widened into something wicked.
"So...," he leaned in, eyes locked to hers, "what is your fantasy, sweetheart?"
"Huh?"
"...hmm care to enlight me, please."
She narrowed her gaze, lifting her chin in challenge.
"Do you not dare to find that fantasy by yourself?"
Moments later, they found themselves breathless--breathtaking pressed together in her room against wall right next to the door.
"Is--Is this matching your fantasy?" He whispered, his mouth against her ear.
"Why-- I'm already imagining our-- next one?" She murmured, trying not to blush.
He chuckled, "I don't mind matching it too," he teased. "Do you want me to, before you finish imagining it?"
And there, in the room of fairy lights, their starry night began again.
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