Contributor: Christi Shin

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Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.

The rain hit the car heavily but that didn’t matter to the two situated in the car. The bass boomed loudly, vibrating the car parked in front of the quiet suburban home community.

Warm hazel eyes met softly with deep emerald orbs and dark caramel fingers traced down the well-built firm peach chest hidden by a white cotton dress shirt. Ebony curly tresses gently tickled ivory skin and large firm hands moved to hold onto the small caramel frame above his chest. The deep R&B beat gently vibrated the seat under the couple as their lips pressed together, both eyes closing as the rhythmic song filled their ear drums.

“You just gotta let my love, let my love, let my love adorn you,” His deep velvet voice sung against her lips, the two smiling against each other, the rain a dull sound in the fading background. The two pressed their lips once more, before a soft laugh escaped the woman who then rested her head against the man’s firm chest looking at her left hand beside her and she let out a sigh as her diamond studded ring glimmered in her eyes.

Applause filled their ears as the two pulled back from a kiss, tear filled hazel eyes meeting the warm emerald orbs, the two being pulled back into the room, having have fled to their own realm, this same song enveloping the young pair. A smooth caramel woman looking at the tan ivory colored male dressed awkwardly in his tuxedo, his muscular build stretching the fabric to it’s limit.

“After all these years you still remember this song?” She let out softly, looking up at the aged face of her husband, whose emerald spheres seemingly peered into her soul. Feeling him move his hands to wrap his arms fully around her, pulling her closer to him she laughed softly.

“I mean it was only our wedding song Liz, how could I forget?” He responded, closing his eyes and humming along to the song. “John, I thought you hated this song. I remember when we were younger and you said-“

“Why do we have to have this crap song in our wedding?” John finished, the two laughing as the song progressed on in the background, fully drowning out the rain. The melody played on, warming the air as the two sung on loudly together. “The same way that the stars adorn the skies yeah, that the same way that my whole world’s in your eyes yeah,” Liz moving up as their eyes connected once more before pressing a kiss onto John’s forehead.

“You always know how to make me feel like a teenager, you know” She whispered against his skin and the elder man chuckled softly feeling his wife run her hands through his short grey hair. “Well we’ll always be teenagers love, we met teenagers, we die teenagers.” He retorted.

Small aged dark caramel fingers ran down to his tan ivory firm palms and interlaced their fingers. John looked at his wife, her apparent wrinkles oblivious to his eyes and the rain started to fill his ears as the song faded into its end. The two for moments just looked on at each other, before John’s eyes filled with tears and he closed them pained as the song started once more.

Opening his emerald eyes the aged man looked up at his car ceiling, the rain hitting the car hard.

Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.

He opened his left palm, as the diamond ring dropped onto the floor of his car and cried out, the song vibrating the car softly. In his right arm that lay over his heart was her obituary, as his phone alarm went off reminding him this midnight was indeed their anniversary.

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