I still think your love is beautiful. But it's invasive. And I was never meant to be part of a whole.
Now she stared at him, confusion and defiance warring in her eyes. He, who had felt empty for so long now felt the stirrings of terror. Fear that she would leave him.
Trying not to shudder, he held his hands out to her. But she only turned and walked away.
‘The only way your going to get the station you want is if you get your damn antenna up.' I mumbled around a mouth full of tongue while tugging at the zipper on your pants.
Then we were animals, grunting, rutting, sweating animals.
'I... um, I don't know how to play that game.' I turned to walk away but felt his hands on my shoulders. His nails dug in, not yet piercing skin. I shivered as he spoke, his breath hot on my neck.
'Who said anything about it being a game, love?'
She does this.
'If they are not breathing, you pinch the nostrils closed and seal their mouth with yours and give them two breaths of air.'
'Then you check for a pulse. If you do not find a pulse, you will need to start CPR."
'Chances are, especially if the person is elderly, you may crack their ribs. Or if you should breath too hard into them, they will vomit on you...'
She took her eyes off the brush for a second and let her gaze slide to him. He was still watching the brush and didn't notice her stare, and didn't see the slight twist of her lips. She laid the brush down then turned and slipped past him. She wondered when he would realize she'd already gotten rid of him.
Again you come looking for answers and all I give you are more riddles.
‘I… I don't know what you mean.' She lied as she backed up, stopping only when she felt the wall behind her.
‘Oh, you know.' He stepped even closer and cupped her face in his hands. ‘Why won't you let me reach you?'
‘Why would…' She started, her eyes widening as she looked around for some sort of an escape. ‘I don't…'
‘Let me in.' He lowered his face closer to hers. ‘Let me reach you.'
‘Oh…' She swallowed hard. ‘Why would you want to?'
As I waited for him to open his eyes and see me the heart monitor beeped, beeped, then stopped. I stared in horror at the dead hand clutched in my own. I wasn't prepared for death. Is anyone ever?
‘What happened to it?' Normally, a story like this would've bored him, but something in her voice caught his interest.
‘There was a storm one night, about fifty years ago. One flash of lightening, and that mighty giant was gone.' Turning away from the spot, she grabbed her grandson's hand and led him home. In her mind she still saw the bones, those bleached and grinning skulls, the torn up roots had exposed.
'The trick is to move like you have a purpose. If you move like you have a purpose, then people believe you have a purpose and they leave you alone.' She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. 'It's all about appearances, you know. People always believe in what they see.'
'Never go back.' He says with a mouth full of soot, staring at the smoldering ruins of yet another bridge. He rubs at his smoke-tired eyes. 'Nope, you should never, ever go back.'
They say true bravery is being afraid but going ahead despite your fear. I hope I'm brave when and if the time comes.
'Done. And to make this interesting, I'll throw in what you really want.' His nostrils flared as he laid a tattered parchment on the table.
'Winner take all.' I said and pushed everything I owned into the middle. His eyes widened as he looked from the pot to his stash and back again.
And my soul was mine again. I laughed. You would think the King of
Darkness would have known I was bluffing.
'That's all your kind knows.' She touched his cheek lightly before closing her eyes and bracing herself. He thrust himself forward, looking away from the tears that seeped from the corners of her eyes, from the smear of blood appearing where she bit her lip.
And when he finished and collapsed on top of her, his dark wings enveloping them both, it was she who comforted him, murmuring soft words as she stroked his strange, midnight wings.
‘His words consume me, unlike yours. You have never understood my love of words.'
'What? What is it?' He caught up to her as she knelt. The field, covered with dandelions, revealed nothing.
'Oh... the wishes. A field full of wishes...' She pulled one out and gently blew, scattering the white puffs upwards. She looked at him and smiled. 'Surely with all these wishes, one of them will come true.'
So take your fancy steed and shiny armor and ride off into the sunset alone. This girl is not for rescue.
‘What do you mean?'
‘This!' She waved her hands up and down. ‘My body happened. Curves. Bumps in places where no bumps had ever been. I became no longer streamlined. My design was all wrong.'
‘I like your design just fine.' He smiled appreciatively.
‘But I'm no longer a fish.' She looked longingly at the pool. ‘I'm just a human who can swim well.'
‘It was just a dream! It didn't really happen!' He threw up his hands. ‘Besides, you cheated on me. You wrapped your lips around his…'
‘No! I did not! I can't help it your dreams are perverted.' She slapped at his hands. ‘And I'm sure if I cheated, I had good reason too. Probably because you were so mean to me…'
‘I can't believe we're even having this conversation.'
‘Well, I'll forgive you this time, but don't go treating me like that again.'