DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE?

Little did she know when she met him, that they would end up entering her secret garden.

Cutie barely knew him when she invited him over, but as soon as they kissed, she realised she was going to venture herself into the unknown. She held his hand and walked him through the hidden passages. He followed her without a doubt, his other hand on her waist. Every now and then they would stop and play for a while, locked in an embrace, looking directly at each other without ever looking apart. She chose to follow a wicked path, giving some of her secrets away in exchange for a few more steps ahead into what was by then a wild forest. He was brave enough to stand with her in the middle of the unreal for a while.

You know how this ended. He got a bit scared. He felt he needed some time alone out of her garden. He didn't feel like holding her hand anymore. Once their eyes didn't meet, it was the worst of the goodbyes. It was uncomfortable, silent, cold. The moment they were out of the garden they closed the door behind them and parted away.

He still keeps the key to her garden and he sometimes looks at it without knowing what to do. He doesn't know if Cutie will ever trust him again. He doesn't know if he can trust her enough to invite her to visit his secret garden.

Cutie is still waiting for that one kiss that will open the doors to the unknown. She is ready to take the risk again. She is ready to share her darkest thoughts and to jump into her world of fantasy without a safety net.

Death cab for Cutie?