Flying
I don't own the matrix.
From Trins pov.
With much love to my sister.
I sat wrapped in a ratty blanket, the harsh light of the falling code like rain past my eyes as I felt myself slipping into a haze of unconsciousness. On the screen before me I watched over a young man who slept. His eyebrows crushed together, a small dent forming between them as he dreamt; I reached out a ghostly, pale hand to smoothe it against the screen. "Neo..." I murmured into the darkness caressing the word, shaping it around my tongue.
She said I would fall in love. Is this what love felt like? I could sit for hours and just watching him sleep, the stress of his trite daily problems washing away and his face unfolding into a peaceful oblivion.
I stared at his sleeping face again smoothing my hand against the screen and murmuring peaceably into the darkness; his frown lessened and turned as a slight smile alights upon his perfect lips.
I felt myself falling... falling in love? It scared me a little but as I gazed through the code at his then peaceful form I realized that it didn't matter, none of my fears had ever really mattered. Love like this... it was perfect and it was beautiful.
Mine.
His.
Ours.
I opened a write program on the monitor next to me and stared at the blank white-blue page for a long time. I liked to fancy myself as a good poet. It was my secret love, poetry. But when I most wanted to capture this... this warmth... this powerful, foreign emotion... love?
I didn't have the words to explain this feeling.
To explain this beauty.
With a slight smile I slowly, carefully typed one word onto the page and stared as the flashing curser paced itself to the silent beat of by heart.
I watched my own reflection as my eyes brimmed with crystalline tears that traced silently down my flushed cheeks and dripped unchecked into my lap. "Yes..." murmured at the screen, because that was it... there was no other word, no description that could match this emotion so perfectly. "Yes Neo... that's it." and the word reflected perfectly in my tear wet eyes as if it had belonged there always...
Flying...
This was love
