Wow. I haven't written anything for a very long time. But inspiration finally hit me, and here it is. This was written for the One Word challenge over on HPFC. Check it out. It's really quite good.

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She is crying on the stairs when you find her.

Her eyes are red and blue and purple and all you can see when you look into them is despair.

In the partially lit corridor, her shadow flickers on the floor, as if it is her very own soul and the blues and browns surrounding her are growing darker by the second.

She needs saving. She is drowning in a world filled with uncertainty, death and despair and you are not strong enough to swim against the current of oppression forcing you back.

But she has been your friend for years and you will be damned if she floats away.

So you sit down. Her hair is tangled, and falling down her back, the brown of her hair clashing with the pink of her top and outlining how skinny she has become. Because she is skin and bones and all of the curves that would have attracted men are gone. Her doe eyes are gazing at you now and it is all you can do not to smooth away her hair and dry her tears and kiss her.

So you look down at your hands –callused and strong – and look back at her. She is like a bird trapped in a cage and she needs to be free.

And suddenly her cold hand reaches out to yours and grasps it firmly, far more firmly than you believed a fragile flower could. Because that is what she is. She blooms with attention and blossoms with laughter.

And then it hits you. You love her. Not because she is beautiful and confident, but because she needs you and you need her and without each other, life is unbearable. Because that is what love is. It is screaming at each other, holding each other, sharing fragments of your soul with each other, and you two already do that. She makes your chest warm, your voice become unsure when all you want is to impress her.

And so you pull her closer to you and kiss her forehead and close your eyes. She signs, and in your chest something warm is beginning to make its presence known, and within her warm breath flashes of yellows and pinks and reds ignite in your mind, until you can imagine both of you escaping and actually living.

The fire within your chest is growing stronger and you know that you are going to fight back from now on, and by the end of the week, she will have smiled again.

So, you hold her closer to you and kiss her forehead again and again.

"Help." She whispers, and her voice is hoarse and weak.

You just lean in and kiss her.

Those yellows and reds and pinks, yeah, they're threatening to burst out of your head and into the world now and that fire is a supernova and you feel like superman.

You break the kiss and rest your head against hers.

She is smiling and looks at you before biting her lip and you smile too.

She is your flower, and you are her saviour and eventually, everything will be okay.

And among the colours and raging tides, threatening to wash you both away until you are names in a book and nothing else, you cling to each other and with enough will power and hopes for the future you float.

Because, if you were being honest, all you need is love and you can conquer mountains.


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