Disclaimer: Not mine, lame but true.
Authors note: English isn't my first language, so please be benevolent with me, but all the opinions are welcome.
Title: "Everything"
By Lylou
It always began in the same way.
As if it were an old song that she knew since the childhood, like wake up on one grey and wet January morning.
She knew all that, and nevertheless, she couldn't avoid it.
"Everything is connected"
In days like those, she liked to thinks that the "Everything" included from the flight of an innocent bumblebee to their whispers on the bed.
That when he said "Everything" he also talked about they two under sheets with kisses all over they skin.
But not.
The Mac Taylor who said "Everything" isn't the one who lefts her bed every mornings, this Mac Taylor was serious, professional and was dressed, but the other one… the other one had insomnia and watched at the daybreak behind her window to the dark streets full of people so lonely as they.
And it always happened in the same way, always just a soft word on his glass office, always his hand near to her back and she could feel his warm through her clothes, that was everything.
"Everything"
She knew that it meant that this night he also would strain in her apartment when he couldn't stand being alone anymore.
She just would listen the key turning on the keyhole, the door closing and his soft steps until the bedroom.
She would feel how he lefts his coat in the chair near to her bed and how he lied down next to her in silence.
Because she always was awake.
No matter how lonely she could felt in the grey mornings, no matter that she just wanted to go into his office and say: -"Everything is over"
She always was awake.
And there weren't romantic mornings for they, there weren't flowers or pancakes for they.
They only had job calls on the midnight and notes next to the pillow "See you at work".
And later, in the office there was a just silence between them and routine words, but mainly, there was sadness.
Before all that, before that she had felt the warm breath of Mac Taylor into her hair in the dark she knew some things, she knew where the sea ends and when the sky begins, the horizon line was perfectly defined for her.
For they.
But now, the line was confused and blurred.
And the worse was that she didn't want to stop crossing it constantly, no matter if now they had to lie each other every day and every night, the damn truth was that they never could be the same again, now there were a million of new and dark things in their relationship, but no of them would say "Stop" never, because feel fear, hot promises at midnight upon their skin, sharpen kisses and cold and alone morning, was much better than don't feel anything.
To be continued….