Gravitation

It was half-past midnight, but he was still awake.

Insomnia.

He stepped out of his shell and went outside for a walk. Strange that he felt this, but he finds himself riding the bus…

Towards her place.

He knocked instead of using the doorbell. When no one answered, he decided to use it anyway.

Two minutes, with one ring.

His feet was getting cold… a little impatient.

The door opened.

Her eyes were half-closed, and she was half conscious.

They stared at each other for a while. She leaned at the doorway, blocking his view of what's inside her.

" Trouble sleeping?" she asked.

" Insomnia," he replied.

She reached out for his hand. The door was closed.

Her place was a bit dim -she refused to use the fluorescent lights. Instead, candles and a century-old lampshade illuminate the place. He laid his back on the couch. She went in the kitchen.

He once again looked at the ceiling. For some reason, he finds the similarity of this to his own.

She returned, holding two glasses of hot chocolate.

He was looking at the pictures on the nearby table. One was hers. Her hair was shorter, and she was wearing those big braces as she flashes an infectious smile at the camera.

The other picture was with a brown-haired boy.

"My twin brother…" she said, as if she knew what he's thinking.

They sat in front of each other. For moments they remain that way. Silent as they finish the their share of the drink.

She took a deep breath. Her golden brown eyes glowed as she looked at him, intently.

He was looking on his cup… almost empty.

"You like to spend the night here?"

It was like a question that has already been answered.

"May I?" he asked.

"No problem."

This universal gravitation that holds everything in its place… It draws people sharing love, lust, and pain… whatever you call it.

And when everything is bent towards each other, and the space merely condensed- is when all things seem to feel comfortable… twisted logic, as it seems.

He was studying her as she drifts off. She was half-covered with the thick blanket.

He began tracing using his fingers on her shoulders… down to her arms… and hands. She began to move, as if she felt the sensation. She opened her eyes once more.

His eyes were deep… mysterious… and lonely. She saw everything in a few seconds.

She reached out and gave him a kiss.

They will be like this, drawn like two pieces of broken magnets… never finding how or why…but they just do.

She knew it.

He laid his head on her chest, feeling some security on her fragile body. For some reason, the coldness was bearable. It wasn't gone, but somehow with her, he's beginning to go through…

This is an experimental chapter… a little bit personal for me…