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The whole world is crashing down on us, but we don't notice, it's just us. I'm drowning in her smell, her smell of daisies and lilacs.

I cling to her, like she's my only life line, and sometimes, I believe she is. The only reason I'm not losing it every day, not spinning out of control every day is she, the shy girl I'm holding in my arms.

She tastes like the rain that's pouring down on us after the heavens opened. But she also tastes like… shyness, wind… and meadows. Thousands and thousands of meadows of fresh daisies and lilacs stained with morning dew.

I reach up to fiddle with her short, black hair that feels like silk beneath my fingers. I feel her fingers run across my marked cheeks. Her soft hands caress my skin, like the finest silk on rough wood. But still, she does not remove her fingers from my skin, and I bless her for that. I bless the little piece of heaven, the angel I hold in my arms.

I can feel the blush on her cheeks, and I picture her, pressed against me, cheeks flushed and her hair and body soaked from the rain. The urge to open my eyes and look at her is almost overwhelming, but I resist, I want this moment to last an eternity, I want to spend the rest of my life with the taste of shyness, wind and meadows on my lips.

After what seems like hours, the warm pressure of her lips leaves mine, and my lips feel cold compeered to the warmth I felt just seconds ago.

I look at the girl in front of me, her pink cheeks and how her white orbs don't meet my brown eyes. "K-Kiba-kun…" she whispers and her eyes meet mine. I can't help but grin at her, the way she whispers my name, as to reassure herself that it was not a dream or an illusion. "Hinata…" I whisper as I brush away a raindrop that rolls down her velvet cheek. Then I realize it is not a rain drop, but a tear.

She's crying, but smiling at the same time. Though her hand covers her smile, it is a smile nonetheless.

I can't help but think about how beautiful she looks, with her hair sticking to her head, rain running down her face, mixing with her tears, her cheeks pink and her kiss bruised lips in a small smile. And her smell, that I'm drowning in, the happiness she emitted, the pure joy that had caused her heart to overflow with tears.

She looked so… beautiful, innocent, happy, glowing and irresistible at the same time. Suddenly, the rain stopped. The clouds broke through and the sun shone down on us, just us. I smiled at her and leaned in, and she leaned in too.

And once again, I tasted her shyness, wind and her thousand and thousands of meadows.