A/N. So this is the product of one too many fanvids, playing Coldplay-In my Place and much encouragement from DNAisUnique to actually post this. She's wonderful. Go read her stuff next. ;) Also, kudos to her for the title. :)
Short little Callian drabble. :)
Disclaimer: Cal and Gillian are unfortunately not mine. But I'm working on it. :)
Toeing the Line
Sometimes we're afraid.
Afraid of what we feel.
Afraid of what others feel.
Afraid of the consequences of those feelings.
Sometimes we draw lines. Lines that can create a safe zone, one in which you feel that you don't have to be afraid. There is a line. You are painfully aware of it. You try desperately not to cross it. But, sometimes, you put a toe over it.
Just to try it out. To see how it feels.
It scares you how much you enjoy it. How good it makes you feel. That it makes you actually feel again.
So you keep putting your toe over the line. Slowly but surely edging further over it. In the hopes that he'll keep doing the same. In the hopes that someday, somewhere, at some point one of you will take that step over it.
That at some point you'll both meet each other on the line.
That at some point you won't mind the fear of your feelings, his feelings or their consequences.
That at some point you'll wonder why you put the line there in the first place.
You'll embrace the fear with him and eventually you won't be afraid anymore.
So as he leans towards you, laughing at the lollipop in your mouth, asking you just how much sugar you've consumed today, you wonder. You wonder when will be the right time. Will there be a right time? Or if possibly, it has been the right time all along?
The line will always be there.
Until someone crosses it.
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