• We were exploring the woods when we came across a lake.
    Devon took my hand and led me under a willow tree that was near by. Devon
    smiled at me like he had just been told a huge secret that he can never reveal.
    He took out his small pocket knife his father had given
    him the year before. He opened it. The knife made a long
    but shallow insicion across his right palm. I watched, horrified,
    as blood trickled off his hand and down his wrist, staining
    his long-sleave shirt. He looked at me then asked if I was okay.
    I guess the color was drained from
    my face, turning my face pale white. He held his gaze at me then said it was my turn.
    I didn't want to take the knife but I didn't want him to think I was scared.
    Which I was but he didn't know that yet. I was afraid of the pain. The sight of blood
    terrified me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that I had to do this, so I took the knife out
    of his hand with my shaking hand. Quickly I drew the same long, shallow line on my left hand.
    Instantly pain shot into my hand and up my arm. I cried a single tear as the pain in my left
    hand increased like a bullet soaring up my arm.
    Just then Devon kissed away my tear, grabbing my bleeding
    hand and entwined it with his own. Blood rushed into my pale cheeks as my heart
    pounded faster, the sound filling my ears. By now I was wishing, no, dieing for a kiss.
    Devon looked at me in the eyes still holding our bleeding hands together,
    fusing the two bloods together. His chestnut colored eyes connecting with my own icey blue.
    He said "I promise to be there for you, forever and ever; I'll never let you go, never.
    Sam, I love you, and I always will."
    More color rushed into my already bright red cheeks. He smilied again like he heard my secret
    wish. He kissed me again but this time the kiss lasted forever. As we stood there together; together
    under the willow tree, with the promise of "forever" still fresh in the air.