"It's not too cold, come!"
Time flew; it had been a few days already, yet Yvienna couldn't stop laughing at him floundering in the hidden spring. The secluded waterhole was tucked away behind a curtain of willow branches, their delicate leaves brushing the surface like gentle whispers. Sunlight filtered through, casting golden speckles on the rippling water. Kyle's teeth chattered, his lips pink against his pale skin, and Yvienna's laughter rang across the quiet, serene clearing.
"What the?!" she groaned as he splashed water on her, shivering as the cool droplets kissed her arms.
"Hahahah!" he chuckled, running a hand through his dripping hair. No shirt, only a pair of shorts, revealing his pale-white, slender yet toned body. Instead of scolding him, Yvienna froze, captivated.
Her eyes followed him as he approached, careful steps on the mossy stones lining the spring. Her cheeks burned red, making him worried, resulting in him hurrying toward her.
"Are you okay, my Luna?!" His words made her heartbeat thrum wildly, like it might burst from her chest.
"I-I'm okay…" She tried to rise, but her foot caught on something unseen.
"Sh*t!" he cursed, catching her waist just in time. Their wet bodies pressed together, the cold water mingling with the warmth of their contact.
Their eyes locked under the bright sunset, painting the sky in molten oranges and pinks. She could feel his hot breath brushing her cheek as their faces hovered inches apart. Their heartbeats matched, as though fate itself had intertwined them.
"You okay?" he asked, never breaking eye contact.
Yvienna nodded slowly, mesmerized by the subtle movement of his Adam's apple. A gentle breeze rustled the willow leaves, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers as Kyle leaned closer. His minty breath tickled her nose, sending her into quiet panic.
"May I?" His husky voice asked, eyes flicking to her lips.
She frowned, confused.
Her expression lights up the world of Kyle.
"Silly," he chuckled, pressing a soft peck to her forehead.
He guided her carefully toward the wooden bench beneath the willow tree, its branches swaying in the evening breeze.
"You should always be careful," he warned.
"It's your fault!" she snapped, realizing too late that she had spoken aloud.
"And now it's my fault?" he scoffed, incredulous.
"Why? Do you have a problem?!"
Kyle shook his head, laughing in exasperation, but his eyes shone with love.
"Yeah, right. Whatever," he said, sarcastically, before heading toward his bag.
Yvienna rolled her eyes, but her attention widened as he teasingly began tugging at his shorts.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she exclaimed, covering her eyes.
"Wow. As if you didn't drool a little earlier," he scoffed, smirking.
"W-when was that?!"
A soft towel was pressed into her hands.
"Go change. I don't want my Luna catching a cold."
"Here?!" she gasped.
A quick flick on her forehead made her jump.
"There," he said, pointing behind a tree where blankets were stacked like a makeshift dressing area.
"But if you want, you can change he—" he didn't finish, as Yvienna tossed the towel at his face.
"He made this for me?" she chuckled, stepping into the improvised dressing nook.
The soft glow of a modern lantern lit the grass as she changed into his oversized black hoodie, which made her look irresistibly cute.
As she steps out, her eyes landed on a picnic blanket laid with steak, a crystal glass of red wine, and scattered rose petals. The scent of pine and fresh grass mingled with the sweet aroma of wine, creating a cozy, almost magical evening.
"Dinner?" he asked, guiding her to sit. His combed hair, sharp jawline, pointed nose, and cupid-shaped lips made him undeniably handsome.
"I have something for you," he continued, presenting a bouquet of red roses.
Her heart raced with excitement. And as if that weren't enough, he handed her a vintage letter.
"What's this?" she asked.
"A poem, yours truly," he winked.
She was about to open it when a pair of cold hands stopped her.
"Read it in your room later!" he interrupted quickly, a rare blush coloring his cheeks.
"I bet you're hungry. Let me slice it," he said, changing the topic. Yvienna let him serve her, the simple act making her feel light-headed. She had never felt like this before — a mix of anger, joy, silliness, and tenderness, all in one person.
No one else but Kyle Light Zamora.
A soft peck met Kyle's cheek as her body reacted instinctively. Kyle froze, cheeks flaming.
"Are you okay?" she teased.
"What was that for?" he stammered, still dazed.
"I love you," she confessed, unable to hold back her emotions.
Without a word, Kyle cupped her jaw and kissed her. Gentle, tender, full of feeling. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as their lips intertwined, the kiss patient and overwhelming in its quiet intensity.
"I love you too, my Luna," he murmured, pressing a sweet peck to her forehead.
The next few days were full of happiness. Kyle was always there, fetching and dropping her off, caring for her every step.
"Hey, beautiful," Kyle teased one afternoon, opening his car door.
"What happened to your face?!" he said mock-shocked, pointing at her reflection.
"What do you mean?" She hurriedly checked the mirror as she sat down.
"You're becoming more beautiful than ever."
She smacked his shoulder playfully.
Just as he started the engine, a girl collapsed in front of the car, her shadow stretched long in the fading sunlight.
"Oh my! What happened to her?!" They hurried out. The girl wore the same uniform as hers, but her face was unfamiliar.
Kyle carried her carefully to the school clinic. The hallways smelled faintly of antiseptic, the air humming with fluorescent lights. Few students were around, and the nurse was thankfully still on duty.
"It's only fatigue. Do you know her?" the nurse asked.
"No, she just collapsed in front of my car," Kyle explained.
Yvienna whispered, "Her face… isn't familiar, yet somehow it is?"
"I guess you're just hungry. Dinner after this, alright?" Kyle suggested, making her smile softly.
"W-where am I?" the girl suddenly asked, regaining consciousness.
"At the clinic. Are you okay?" Yvienna hurried to her side.
"AHHHH!" she screamed. Yvienna and Kyle exchanged worried glances.
"I remember her! She always bullies me!" the girl accused, pointing at Yvienna.
Confusion and anger flared in Yvienna's chest.
"Wha-" she began, but Kyle gently held her waist.
"Let her. I know it's not true," he whispered.
"There's a misunderstanding. She's the one who helps you," he added calmly.
"Maybe she's confused or intimidated?" The nurse said.
"NO! DO YOU THINK I'M LYING?!" the girl shrieked.
"Are you craz-" Kyle gently pinched her waist again, controlling her rage.
"Alright, I'll just wait in the car," Yvienna muttered, taking the keys from Kyle and storming outside. The cool evening breeze brushed her arms as she marched across the empty field, her heart pounding with frustration.
"AAAHHHHH!!!" she yelled, venting her anger.
She breathes heavily as she angrily looks at nowhere.
"Who hurts that kitten, hmm?" a familiar voice teased.
It quickly vents down the anger of her when humiliation switches it.
"W-what are you doing here?" she asked as Nico appeared, fixing his hair and yawning.
"Sleeping? But a thunder wakes me up?" he said, smirking.
"Are you satisfied?"
"What do you mean?" Her brows raised in confusion.
"For letting your anger out?" Nico asked coolly.
Yvienna opened her mouth, but footsteps echoed nearby.
"There you are," Kyle called, worry etched in his features — until he saw Nico.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Why are you asking?" Nico replied, eyes locked on Kyle.
Kyle gently took Yvienna's hand.
"Let's go, my Luna," he said, leading her away, Nico smirking behind them.
"You can come with me if you want to release your anger, Yvi," Nico added before turning away.
A few steps from the field, Yvienna looks at Kyle.
"How's the b*tch-" he looked at her, confused.
'The girl, rather." he shook his head as he realized what she meant. His Luna is his stress reliever, easing his irritation because of Nico.
"She calmed down, and her guardian will fetch her soon."
"So you didn't wait until her guardian comes?" she asked innocently.
"Why would I?" Kyle opens the car door as he guides her from entering.
"If I had known this would happen, I would've called someone to take her to the clinic," he muttered, starting the engine with a faint frown.
"I'm sorry for holding back your anger, my Luna," he murmured, taking her hand in his and brushing it gently.
Yvienna gave a small smile, then turned her gaze to the car window. What must that girl think? She hates being misunderstood. Yes, she could be bratty at times, but she was far from a bully. Perhaps she was acting out what had been done to her, or maybe it was revenge for some perceived wrong.
"Hey… are you okay?" Kyle asked, concern lacing his voice.
"Yeah," she replied softly.
She studied her own reflection in the glass. Could her accuser resemble her? Unlikely—no one could match her beauty.