Leave
It's 2 AM. The window's half open. She's shaking her head. She's cursing to the wind. She's angry. Irate.
He's just standing there.
Please leave.
The clouds are angry. A tempest is brewing. A dog is barking in the distance.
She motions him again. Leave.
He shakes his head.
And then, he's moving. Examining the wall, the pipes. A quick flash of his teeth, he's climbing.
She almost screams.
Leave.
He remains unfazed.
She's closing the window. She's pacing around. Shaking her head.
No, no, no.
He's almost there. She can't help it. She's opening the window. Letting him in. Helping him in.
No. Leave.
But her eyes tell a different story. His eyes are glued to hers, too. She's breathing too quickly.
They'll see you. They'll see you.
He says he doesn't care. He's taking her by the hands. He's calming her down.
I love you.
The words are never spoken. But there is no need. It's already blatant. It hangs in the air, cuts through the silence of the night, synchronizes itself to the pace of their breathing.
He's looking at her. He's hugging her close. He's reveling in the moment.
He never wants it to end.
It's too dangerous.
It's too dangerous.
He's laughing now. He's happy. It's contagious. She catches on.
Leave.
But it's only a murmur against the muffled guffaws. She doesn't mean it.
And then he is slowly bringing his mouth to hers. The giggles subside. There is nothing, no one, no fear, no worry, no caution, no sense of reality, nothing – except this.
Don't leave me.
Not exactly sure what compelled me to write this or why I am posting this, but here you go anyway. Review. x