Returning again, I aim to have more shorts ready, as I write in my spare time or when I have abject thoughts. And I seem to have developed a new system/habitual pattern for titling my writing. No lie, i'm a big fan of this one all around, title, story, feelings and all. Enjoy & review.
When the Silence Between Two People is Comfortable
Again, another person phases through my vision, passing me by, leaving me with only the bittersweet ring of their shoes against the sidewalk to remember. A chorus of chatter surrounds me, unhindered. Everywhere. So much everywhere, but amidst it, it is silent. One, two, blank and out of focus, I glance at their faces and find nothing to consider. They are united in that each is alone; I blink hard, knowing this, and turn away. They're nothing like me.
Shadows confront me bluntly. Out of character. Aggressive but welcoming, and yet...No, no matter—while my eyes adjust, I recognize the color, in its exact shade and hues. A light gust; my heart is lifted.
Deceptively translucent, a pathological, expert liar.
Window.
The window. What to do now? Even pressed against it I am teased, the lights of the city's night filtered and blurred, whirling and mixing in whimsical contest with my own reflection and the image of those people below. All intertwined, living, separate but simultaneously. Just part of the kaleidoscope of the window's games. The one in the glass mimics me, yet I only feel as if in front of a mirror when I glance down, unblinking. Why, then, do I look so much like them when I never will be? My spirits become one with that dark alley, still visible from up here, and exhaustion draws nearer.
I turn away, look to the door, feel happier.
Waiting.
Beneath darkness' curtain shadows reform themselves, clever as they are, less pronounced but more effective...I imagine. Why have I returned here? No one passes now. No rings. No memories. More silence.
Six hours now? I wonder...
One moment. Suddenly, I know that I have lost something dearly important; I am wobbly; the ringing fills my ears like a flood, my balance gone. Somehow I am falling. The shadows fluctuate, jumping around, out of control. Though they begin cackling at me I don't mind. The dark waves, so chaotic, I picture to be rhythmic and blanketing. Their swirling silences all around me and, just as the darkness overtakes me, I remember that light shade of black, stare it in the face.
Conflicted but reassured, I give in. Just this once.
...
It's...blurry. This feeling, though, it's familiar.
Blink. I manage to a single time; and then a smile. I can't help it.
My hand feels faint, but I see that color again and reach up because I must. My fingers feel so far away, even as they entwine with thin strands of hair; and now I realize that you've been here all along.
Lonely no more, I sit up, reluctantly, from where I am being supported and bring myself to glimpse this face, so serene, masking relief.
Two birds of a feather, maybe. Thought of that way, I relax, the rejected images of the strangers' faces pouring back into me. It's...warm. Difference is only a state of mind now. You and I, we're alone, together in our solidarity, uniquely alike. We're different from them. They're nothing like me because you are here with me. A kindred soul. Forever.
The creeping shadows lick away at me flirtatiously, tickling, dancing. Tightly grasping the hand that awaits me, I stand. The neck bared in front of me urges me, commands me to reach for it; I comply, because I have to. Still no breeze. But...
"Look."
The sun is rising.
A/N: Wait, so what was my underlying theme here? Hell, I don't know either. But I'm in love with this piece, although looking at it it might only make sense to my mind. I just wanted to share a moment between them but mostly picture the effect he has on Saya's life and mental state. I don't have much else to say, sorry to disappoint. ;; You'd all be the best if you dropped a review, let me know what you thought, give some suggestions, etc. An anonymous reviewer a while back suggested a moment like the one that almost happened here at the end, with her drinking from his neck, for the topic of a later story, and I plan to oblige on that one. Same with the first kiss suggestion. I'm open to them all and all they do is help me.
I realize now that it's quite hard to realize that the person speaking is Saya until the very end and I apologize for that, but I don't want to mess around with it. If you didn't know after reading you surely do now lol.
Hope you've all been well. I have. I'll see you again soon.
LL
