Thinking Back To How This Was The First Interaction We Saw Between Scarlett And Steve

Thinking back to how this was the first interaction we saw between Scarlett and Steve

"Care to explain why you are late?" Mrs. Daniels' cold voice cut through the air as she looked at Steve who shrugged innocently "Bathroom emergency." Steve smiled purely as Mrs. Daniels' eyes narrowed at the boy before he quickly moved to sit down while the old woman started the lesson.

"You might want to fix your appearance." Scarlett said as she leaned over in Steve's direction, who turned to look at her questioningly "Some people might start to think you have become the school's prostitute with that lipstick on you and messed up shirt." The girl leaned back, leaving Steve to quickly fix his shirt and wipe his mouth, hoping to remove the lipstick. Afterwards he threw a small paper ball at Scarlett's head, causing her to look at him annoyed as Steve silently asked her if he looked less like a prostitute. Scarlett's answer sent the boy into a sheer state of panic, his hair was holy to him.

And this is them in the latest chapter

With a few large steps, Steve caught up to Scarlett. "Hey babe," He said, making the young woman turn around, instantly she smiled. Scarlett received no chance to reply however as Steve wormed his arms around her smaller frame. Steve gasped. "You're cold," He tightened his grip on her, nuzzling his nose against her temple and rubbing his large hands up and down her arms. "What happened?" He whispered.

Relishing in Steve's warm grip, Scarlett let out a content sigh. "It's storming outside," She muttered, her posture relaxed into Steve's frame and he instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. "Oh, I got a new car." She rolled her head back to look up at Steve, lips curling up. Scarlett wiggled a hand up between her and Steve's bodies and brushed a highlighted strand of hair out of the way of Steve's pretty face.

Ignore the development in my writing, just look at how these two have developed 😭 i love them

It was a rainy Sunday when I met her

The woman with the Marilyn Monroe smile

She was ethereal and from another world

Ever so often I’d be blessed by her smile

When I first saw her, faith came to me

If she was real there must be some heaven

As she sipped her coffee she stared out the window

Her brownie remained untouched across her

A year passed before I saw Marilyn weep

With no hesitation I strode to her and offered her comfort

She looked at me dazed yet magical

After that we sat together

An untouched brownie forever between us

I never asked her name and she never asked for mine

That was our one rule, we never spoke about ourselves

Ten years pass and I know Marilyn

She is still the etheral goddess I first saw

But now I see the fractures she hides

Years have passed and we do not speak anymore

When I see her I smile and she beams back

20 years gone and I’m still enchanted by her

The woman with the Marilyn smile

One day I sit in our cafe alone

Instead of an untouched brownie, a newspaper lays before me

I glance at the front page and my heart stops

I could recognise her smile anywhere

At her funeral I see how little they know her

They only speak of her happiness

Her melancholy aura forgotten

I stand by her grave and weep

It is not surprising

Or at least it shouldn’t be

The woman had the Monroe smile

How could she not be tragic?

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I was scrolling through pintrest today when I saw this picture below and got inspired.

So I hope you enjoyed my first tumblr post lol

The children down the block had wished for falling stars

To marvel at a colouring night sky

They longed for fireworks, freer than their dreams

Who could dance amongst the stars

They giggled and screamed as they ran

Playing tag through the city so dense

They collected flowers and olive branches

Desperate tears from budding martyrs filled the Dead Sea

They prayed for falling stars

When covered in soot and cement

With scraps and seeping maroon

One doesn’t pray for fire from the sky

But they were put to sleep with falling stars

The city so dense bathed in starlight

And the children screamed once more

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Free Palestine 🇵🇸