Treehouse

"Well, we have to wait an hour now," I sighed.

"What does Sophia want to do with this hour then?"

"Nothing," I commented, "I'd rather just stay on the platform and make sure we don't miss the next train."

"Okay. You sure you want to stay on the platform, not the waiting room?"

"Positive."

Together we strolled to a lonely bench and sat. The cool breeze trickled down my back and made me shiver.

"Are you cold?" He started to take off his jacket.

"No, I'm okay," I said as I shuffled closer to him.

We exchanged a single-armed embrace; I rested my head on his shoulder and used it as a pillow. Drowsiness forced me to shut my eyes. Subconsciously, my arms locked around his waist. I fell asleep...

But I was soon awakened by something soft touching my cheek. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes out of curiosity. Our eyes met. He was staring at me, staring with a stare that I had never received before.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he looked downwards.

So maybe this wasn't just a hallucination, maybe I had actually felt that. Or was I perhaps just missing the point? Did he really?

"Did you? - "

"I'm so sorry, Sophia - "

"Please answer my question."

He nodded.

For once in my life I felt wanted. I felt loved. Happiness brought tears to my eyes.

"Soph, I'm sorry. I never intended for - "

"Stop saying you're sorry - you've no need to be. When you cry it doesn't always mean you're sad, in fact it can mean exactly the opposite."

"So? - "

"Yes Steffan, it means I'm happy and that I liked it."

"So you don't mind if i?- "

"No, not at all."

He kissed my cheek again. Adrenaline ran through my body. I turned towards him. Our lips met. The first kiss.