IV.
Dark
"Let me show you why I'm not afraid of the dark."
The differences between their uniforms used to be a stark contrast; ultimately running parallel to one another on opposite ends of the spectrum. And yet, without the uniforms and without the status that the coloring of the fabric gave them… there wasn't a difference. The flushed tones and hues of her skin seemed to match perfectly with his own; the minimum space between them that served as the only separation of their bodies did little to convince that they were two separate entities. In this moment, lost in the darkness, they were one.
They moved as one; they breathed as one; in increasing moments of physical connection, they were one.
There wasn't even the smallest second where they weren't touching; there wasn't the smallest release of air that could pass between them; it was the inability to let go and lose the moment- to lose that sense of darkness that they had blindly thrown themselves into.
It was fingers lost in the mess and tangles of hair.
Lips that had forgotten how to be independent to themselves.
A single heart that pounded and echoed its desire into an empty chest.
Legs intertwined and hips bruised so deeply, it seemed as though they had fused into one another.
Spines, which could so easily withstand heavy damage, quivered under the smallest of touches.
The light showed these reactions to be signs of a weakness; the dark showed how the weakness could be transformed into a disclosed desire.