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sei e ha finito

I walked into the wall of bitter cold, its sharpness attempting to numb my face into the blank facade of every other passerby. But she doesn't, she smiles brightly as she senses real air, free of irritants of the mind and soul. She's ivory and elegant, her cheeks crimson and her eyes luminous. She pulls at her jacket, engulfing herself in the wool and walks in a watchful haste. I grasp her waist and lightly hold her secure. She smiles vibrantly and tells me to knock it off. But I don't, and in a second she is insecure and her arm is draped around my shoulder while we tread slowly to the car. She winces every second step and hopes I don't notice. I ask and she dismisses it, she's too stubborn to go back. She finds contentment as her back caresses the leather and her head falls to the side, and once again mesmerizing me with her chocolate eyes.

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"Here. Your exhausted." Bobby easily lifts her light frame into his arms, smothering her in his jacket and chest.  He carries her gently across the road; rain lightly trickles from the sky so he runs. The luminous ambers and ocher's melt into steels of the heavens as dusk conquers the light. The suns haze is dampened in the metallic grey of clouds lined in streaking plums, all shining in the presence of a million raindrops. She lies in his arms as he jogs up the few steps and into her apartment. All she can smell is normality, the fragrance of white frangipani and spice. The rich colours of the walls free her breath and ease her head. And the scent of his aftershave as she leaned into him, it would remain hanging in her mind well after it disappeared from reality.

"I'm right." She murmurs and he looks down. A sense of disappointment lies in his eyes, as he gently eases her onto her feet. He still holds her close.

"Sure?"

"Yes." She replies, with a slight laugh.

He doesn't let go, holding her back into his chest, his head gently resting at the peak of hers. She smiles as his breath gently tickles her forehead, she can feel his comfort. It flows through his hands as they encircle her body. And its not something that she could ever had foreseen, this was beyond any awkward infatuation reasoned to halter demise, this was a feeling of profound deepness that had been masked in an ideal friendship. She knew him, she could hold him close and never fear him, but she could fear that she could lose him.

They remain for minutes, perpetual moments that time cannot define. He brushes her hair slightly.

"Something to eat?" He whispers.

She shakes her head softly.

"You need some sleep."

She nods. Wrapping her hands around his, she gently breaks away. "I'll be alright. Don't worry." She stops for a second, her eyes embracing the floor. "Night."

"I'll take the couch?" he asked insistently.

"Bobby, you haven't slept in days."

"I will sleep better here."

Alex nodded reluctantly. "I'll get you a blanket."

"No, no, I can do that. Just get some sleep. Do you need anything?"

"No, its fine, thanks." She gently brushes past him, he can see her pain, the hurt seems crushing. It's lies in her eyes, glistening with the swelling pain. She clutches the pain killers from the table in her pale hand and walks to the bedroom.

"Alex?"

She turns back, her haste to lie down is obvious. "I'm fine. I just need sleep."

His concern is overwhelming, but he can't help her. She just wants to lie in her bed tonight, to feel the comforts that she has been denied, to feel at rest, untainted and serene. Like nothing has changed, that he was still Goren.

 

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I can hear her, a crying muffled by the walls. A soft realisation of pain that stirs my mind from sleep. Her lying there lost in the complexities of her own personal affliction, the memories are traced in silver scars across her body. And they will never fade. I gently open the door, a dusky darkness is unchanged.  She tries to purge her tears on hearing my entry, but does not say anything. She lies still on the bed, crumpled awkwardly in the intensity of pain. Her eyes follow me as I approach the bed, shimmering highlights of sensation in the engulfing dark. I sit down next to her, combing a hand through her hair. She mumbles she's sorry then looks at me, her face disenchanted. I gently brush my lips to her forehead, the heat caressing my feeling, and envelop her cheek in my hand, slight tears of sting lie at her eyes. I whisper that I love her, and she swallows and nods.  She pulls me down into the sheets and wraps her arms around me, dark shadows fall like silhouettes upon us. Her breathing intensifies as the tears return; I stroke her head and pull her into my chest. I can feel her breath, her heat, the ceaselessly rhythm of her heart. She doesn't let go, falling asleep and I listen to her softening breath. The continual smoothness of the rise and fall of her chest. Her comfort and peace against me. And as I close my eyes the light still haunts me, it may infinitely, but she lies alive in my arms and that's all that must remain.

Finito