.Things change.

The cool November’s wind whips around my body, causing my plaid skirt to flip up in the cool breeze. I watch my brother and his friend walk ahead of me, the orange and brown leaves scurry behind them, following their every step.1

My hand searches to the right of me, patiently waiting for her to take hold of it. My nerves tingle at the unfamiliar touch of her skin touching my own. With not having any sort of physical contact with her in the past four months, I take advantage of this. Every few seconds I can feel her slightly shake over shiver, I question myself as to whether or not I should hold her closer. 2

As soon as I lose sight of my brother, I wrap my arms tight around Faith’s thin, frail, body. I take caution at the fact of my brother’s friend slowly skateboarding not too far away from us. I glance in front of myself, making sure that neither he, nor my brother is watching. I grasp her tighter, squeezing her only slightly. Laughter escapes from her lips as my hands roam around her body, feeling, wanting to learn every bit of it in the few seconds that I have alone with her. I breathe in that sweet vanilla scent of hers, never wanting to let go. I want this to be mine always. Even though I know that this won’t last as long as we think it will.3

I pull myself away, staring deep into her eyes, looking into those big brown eyes of hers, searching, trying to see whatever it is she’s thinking. “What?” she asks, pushing away the thick brown bangs from her face, staring back just as vividly as I am. “Nothing,” I reply back, a small smile trapping itself against my lips.4

Not wanting to lose any more time then I already have, I pull Faith closer, pressing my lips against hers. I feel her try to press her tongue against my teeth, wanting entrance into my mouth. She presses herself against my body; her heart beat presses onto my chest. I keep this moment as long as I can. Never wanting to let her go or this go.5

The sudden laughter and sound of my brother’s voice causes me to pull away. I look ahead of Faith, to see my brother rounding the corner, making his way towards us. The look of innocence in his eyes tells me that he has seen nothing, however the curiosity and ignorance in his friends, tells me that he has. I plead him with my own, wanting for him not to say a word. 6

“I’ve got the candy!” My brother yells, waving a bag full of gummy worms towards me, and then signaling for us to head home.7

Faith quickly loops her arm into mine, spinning me around, making us walk in the opposite direction that we had been in. I bite my tongue to keep myself from saying something, from saying anything. A part of me wants to tell her so much, to just let her know how much she means to me, how much that I love her. But I don’t. I let the moment stay as it is, because I know that after this, everything is going to change. This is my only chance to have her. 8