Short, kind of sad, kind of warm, kind of cold, I don't know
I hope I get some sort of thought out of you
Smile! -Linds
There was a smile on her face and a pit in her stomach. The stubbornness of a girl too twisted to live but too precious to die. And her hands were shaking from the loss of trust. Breathing in, breathing out, struggling to stay above the mirror of his soul. Don't go under, don't go under.
His laughter was bouncing off the edges of her brain, eating the cells, eating her from the inside out. She felt brain-dead, but everything was too clear to let go now, she couldn't let go.
Hands over her stomach, hands giving her a blow in her side and a blow on her collarbone. She couldn't even hear the shrieks of her own pain, just the selflessness that bottled deep inside of her throat, coming out as yelps of help and stop.
But she wouldn't go under. Hands around her throat but it didn't matter, in the end she was going to lose anyway. Why now though? That was a question always on her mind.
Had she just been a broken play toy this entire time? Bought on an impulse and thrown away after first use, but something he had been too attached to for him to throw it away, until now.
They were warm and he was warm and his jacket seemed to wrap around her waist, welcoming her once again, understanding her struggle to breathe.
Hands were now at his back, trying to scratch their way out of a path that could only lead downwards and back up, taking another breath now. But instead of scratching they caressed the fabric softly, and trailing down, up over his skin, he seemed to calm down in sighs of anticipation. He didn't really want the light in her eyes to fade away. He just thought he did.
Fingers of his let go and trailed over her cheeks. They were warm. He was warm. His makeup melted on her face, her tears dried on his cheek. They became one again.
She knew she could never look back, everything she ever was, began with her, and him. Them, together. Like it should be.
It was quiet, silent sobs could be heard through giggles vaporizing on the ceiling. They reached a point where suddenly she didn't know if it were her tears, or his, running along her face.