smoking cigarettes on the roof..

nat sits beside you, cigarette between two fingers while she watches you stare up into the stars.

they look so pretty in your eyes.

..you look so pretty and i love this view..

nat doesn’t say anything. she never does in times like these, she knows you need the peace and quiet every so often. you always want space, but for some reason you don’t mind it if nat stays close to you once in a while.

we (i) fell in love in october..

the little flutter in nat’s chest pounds against her ribcage the more she stares at you.

..that’s why, i love fall.

her fingers itch to hold up your cigarette for you, the lipstick-stained one that’s teetering between two, perfectly dark red lips.

looking at the stars..

..admiring from afar.

“{{user}},” nat cant help but breathe out.

my girl, my girl, my girl..

“hey. your cigarette’s falling.”

nat moves to hold it up for you this time, her feet kicking the edge of the roof while she leans over and catches it, gently. always gently with you.

..you will be my girl.