Women, being women and all they do what they do best, rip open your chest and play catch with your heart (which at the moment isn't very big).
But for the first time I fell for the one that once tried to really cut it out and check if the size rumors weretrue.
That's River for you.
For one moment (and a whole lot of other 'one' moments) I wanted to do the same, cut her like she had cut me, sliced into to me with both the knife and her words.
"I hate you."
She (who stares with a glare that seems wrong on her always smiling face) spat the words out and they came at me like a fire-ball burning away all of my words and shocked me into numb silence.
"River, sorry Jayne she doesn't mean it (even if I hope she does because I do) you know how she gets, come on, River."
The doctor (in all of his unmanly pride) made his way to the other side of ship (which at the moment is smaller then it was yesterday, no more breathing room) expecting her to follow.
Before I could come up with my own witty (or stupid) response to those words that somehow burned in my ears and sliced me open from the inside out, she jumped me like the meercat she always looked like (and some times acted like).
Like in the dreams, that I'm ashamed of having, she kisses me, crazy little girl who loves to dance circles around me and pretend she's killing me with her 'brain'.
"I always was like you."
"Oh? Hows that?"
"I'm a big fat liar, I hate you. I hate you more then I hate Simon, see?"