Broken Stars; held
She couldn't, she couldn't, but she did. He wouldn't, wouldn't, but he did. They did, they did, and what happens now, they will wonder? What happens when the sun comes up and the magic is over and reality comes crashing through the door where it isn't welcome? What happens when there are no more actions to speak so loud, and the words all they have left?
What happens when they choke on the feelings they are dying to say?
They fell once, they fell, they fell with the rain; they fell with her tears; and they fell, they fell with everything that ever meant something. Or it used to.
But that doesn't matter, they say. All that matters, they will say when the actions run out, is that they got back up. They stood and were strong. They stood when no one was there to help them to their trembling, frail feet. They stood, they stood and they were so proud. So proud because they were strong.
The absolute calm is shattered when she lets the little groan escape her. She expects to feel nothing; nothing. But she doesn't. She feels; feels his warmth and she thought he never had any. She doesn't recollect for a moment. She is drunk with sleep and hovering in that place between your dreams and your reality where you wish you could stay when the waking world claws at you. The memories come cascading back and those stormy eyes are open. They contrast against pale skin, never exposed to the sunlight, but bathed in it now. Soak it up. Soak it up. The memories come, come and she remembers. She remembers...
Leviathan, how could they?
His arms are around her and she is held. But he holds her small body gently, gently, because he doesn't want to hurt her; not his angel. He wants to stay like this forever, but then he too remembers and his eyes are open and he regrets. Because he did hurt her, he is convinced. He did.
She knows he didn't, but she knows he is about to. She begs him no; please, please, I forgive you.
He murmurs his apologies in her ear; so sorry, so sorry. My angel, my angel. His breath lingers on her bare shoulders and they shake and quake and she can't read his eyes like she could before. She couldn't. She wishes she doesn't remember. And he's so sorry. And she just wishes it had never happened.
He hurt her, he hurt her; he can't bare it; she can't bare it. So, they fall, they fall and they can't get back up. They can't.
And she falls apart against the memory of how is smile felt against her heart.
