(I’ve started writing a novel for Maisie and Davian. I’ve found a lot of things I think I want to change, so this one is about Davian’s favorite spot, instead of it being a bench on a hill I was thinking like maybe a bus stop bench that doesn’t get used anymore. I just thought I could make it more memorable with out-of-the-ordinary details. Thanks for reading!!!!!)

The whole night is quiet, except for the small breeze that blows the dried leaves across the road. I pull my leather jacket tighter around me, folding my arms as a stronger breeze ruffles my hair.

Tears creep into my eyes as I lean agaisnt the metal bench. I remember when I was a kid how Dad and I stumbled across this place. It was so cool to me, and now it’s just a place filled with painful memories.

Maisie shifts next to me, brushing her blonde hair out of her face. My heart jumps in my chest, I forgot I’d brought Maisie here. I’ve never shown this place to anyone. But then again I’ve never had anyone to show it to.

I glance over my shoulder to see Maisie shivering as a gust of wind carry’s her hair over her blue eyes.

I can’t help smiling, she’s just so . . . I don’t know beautiful.

I shake my jacket off, goose bumps rising on my arms as they meet the ice cold air.

Maisie shakes her head, giving me a thankful smile. “I’m good,” she says.

“You’re shaking,” I point out, wrapping the jacket around her shoulders.

Maisie grabs the jacket snuggling into the black leather. “Thank you.” She smiles, scanning me as I fold my arms across my chest.

“No problem,” I grit my teeth trying to stop myself from shaking. I can’t let Maisie know I’m cold. I don’t know why this matters to me, but ever since we kissed I’ve wanted to put her first. It gives me this little burst of light that only grows stronger with every minute.

“Are you sure you’re—“ Maisie starts, her blue eyes shining with worry.

“Yes,” I assure her, licking my lips. “I promise you I’m not cold.”

Maisie sighs, scooting closer to me. “Then why are you shaking?” She hints, raising her feet to the bench.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders as she hugs her knees to her chest. “Because . . .” I trail off, my heart racing in my chest. “I’m scared.”

Maisie plays with the zipper on the jacket, “Scared of what?” She ponders. There’s a little highness in her voice that tells me she knows the answer.

“Losing you,” I whisper, as Maisie shifts in my arms.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she murmurs, twisting around to look in my eyes. I blink hard trying to stop the tears from falling.

“You almost did,” I mumble, looking away from her gaze. “You almost died.”

Maisie looks at her wrist that’s covered in a huge band-aide. “You saved me,” she tells me, lifting her hand to my cheek. “And thats how I know I’m not going anywhere.”

I feel like I shouldn’t be relived at this, but I am. What if something happens to me? What if I leave? Then Maisie might hurt herself again, and that’s my worst fear. I don’t care about monsters or any of that stuff. I just can’t let Maisie hurt herself.

Maisie gently turns my head to hers, staring at me with her ocean eyes. “I didn’t know it before . . . But I know now.”

I shiver as a small breeze swirls around us. “Know what?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“I love you Davian,” Maisie breathes her eyes shining with tears.

I swallow, the night of the crash flashing in my mind. She loves me . . . She loves the guy who killed her mother. And . . . I love her too.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Maisie whispers.

I lean close to her, our faces inches apart as I bring my hand to her cheek. “Can I kiss you?” I recycle the question from our first kiss only a few nights ago.

Maisie smiles her breath warm agaisnt my skin, as she pulls me close, kissing me as my black leather jacket falls to the ground with a small thump.