Sam stood in awe for a
moment, as Layla looked deeply into his eyes. Sam at first concluded that she
couldn’t possibly be implying to hold her hand. Because they had just met, and
that would be irrational, yet she motioned again with a hand gesture. Sam
reached out, and let each one of his fingers slide gently between hers. Perfect
fit. Her hands were delicate, so delicate that he felt as if he squeezed them,
they may shatter. The soft Smooth skin of her hand upon his made him feel
whole. Not a word needed to be said between the two of them, only the
occasional glance, smile, or hum. Sam wasn’t sure why his face was getting so
red. If it was from sheer enjoyment, or embarrassment due to the fact he was
holding Layla’s hand, although she didn’t seem to mind. She looked to the sky,
and over the fields. “This place is beautiful Sam”. She stated. Sam knew
without hesitation it was perhaps the most beautiful place in the world. Maybe
it wasn’t to everyone else, but to him it was simply breathtaking. The way the
hills seemed to swallow the valley, and the way the tree lines seemed to hold
the beauty in it. Not letting any escape. How the sun seemed to dance through
the fields and tree’s, and how the morning dew sat gracefully atop the flowers
and fresh grass. “I Know.” He replied. “I spend all my time out here.” Layla looked
around, “What do you usually do out here?.” She said while swinging Sam’s hand
back and forth. “There isn’t much to do I suppose, but I find that time flies
when there’s nothing to think about.” Layla agreed with him as she began to
hum. The humming was a delicate, fascinating charm that almost had a hypnotic
hold on him. He didn’t want her to stop.They had reached the tree line, but he wished her house were a further walk, but they still had a long way ahead of them. She had indeed walked a great deal to end up under the tree in Sam’s beloved field. “You walked all this way?” Sam questioned her. “Well, I wanted to get a feel for the area, and when I came over the ridge I saw the oak tree in the field.” She replied. The ridge was indeed a steady slope, and from the top the oak tree stands out in the middle of the field. He had to admit it would have compelled him to see it up close as well. “Do you have any brothers or sisters Sam?” She asked out of the blue. “I am an only child, I live with my mother.” Sam Said. “What about your father?” Layla conveyed with curiosity. Sam’s heart stopped dead in his chest. He felt all the expression leave his face, along with his happiness. Layla immediately realized that she should not have asked, and did not press it any further. She simply replied. “I’m sorry Sam.” He didn’t say a word. He became lost in his mind, now full of old memories and the sound of his father’s voice. He fought back tears as he struggled to compose himself. This was a moment in which he wished he was alone. Sam could only dream he was in the field, lying with his head in a soft patch of grass. So that he could lay his head and cry. Layla suddenly stopped walking, causing Sam to accidentally tug her arm as he walked onwards. She returned the favour and pulled his arm so hard before he knew it, her arms were wrapped around his chest.
Sam placed his hands upon her back and rested his chin atop her head. Layla was pressed up against his body, and it seemed as if she had no intention of letting go. Although, neither did Sam. He let out a long deserved sigh, and all the cloudy thoughts in his mind began to clear. “I can hear your heartbeat.” Layla whispered. “I can feel yours.” Sam replied noticing the steady pounding of her heart against his chest. This moment held more beauty in Sam’s mind, than the entire field combined. How comfortable she looked in his arms, and how comfortable he felt. It seemed surreal to him, how in the early morning he never could have predicted meeting, holding hands, and being lost in a timeless hug with a beautiful stranger. “You feel better Sam?” Layla whispered, and she tilted her head upwards to look into his eyes. “Yes as a matter of fact, I think you have that effect on me.” Sam said with a laugh. Layla giggled and rolled her eyes, “Whatever you say Sam… ” She stopped. “What’s your last name?” Sam was very proud of his last name. His father used to tell him all sorts of stories about his heritage, and how they came to carry the family name. He knew the names of about every relative and ancestor. “Sam Gavin.” He said triumphantly. Layla approved the name with a grin, and said “Pleased to formally meet you Sam Gavin, My name is Layla Keefe.”
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