Just A Story
The sky, darker than an unwated dream. The clouds, usually a bright white, now dark and heavy. The sound of anger and tension filled the air. Every breath feels like swallowing a stone. Heavy, coarse, and almost impossible to do. Ahand clutches mine, the sweat on their palms tell me how they really feel while their face is smooth and unreadable. A pair of bright eyes peer into mine, reading my thoughts. I can see their soft lips move, but I ca only hear static. By now my thought have swirled and mingled into a numbing pain, they are no longer with me. So I merely nod and smile. The hand in mine tightens and their facade splits and reveals a bright smile.
A thought emerges 'Yes this is nice. To be with my one.' I can faintly hear the deep rumble of thunder get closer, sparks of electricity dance around my body. The intensity of my decision sitting heavy on my shoulders. A sinking feeling arises from the pit of my stomach, but is quickly pushed down when I look deeply into their radiant eyes. I entwine my fingers with theirs, and without breaking eye contact, walk into the roaring storm.
A thought emerges 'Yes this is nice. To be with my one.' I can faintly hear the deep rumble of thunder get closer, sparks of electricity dance around my body. The intensity of my decision sitting heavy on my shoulders. A sinking feeling arises from the pit of my stomach, but is quickly pushed down when I look deeply into their radiant eyes. I entwine my fingers with theirs, and without breaking eye contact, walk into the roaring storm.