Originally, I wrote Gold before I wrote Copper, and it was intended as a Melanie-fic. But, I decided that I didn't want to start off with Gold, and I when I began writing Copper Melanie's character just poured out of me. I completely forgot about the three paragraphs I had started until I opened the document earlier yesterday. Because I didn't want to do another Melanie p.o.v. so soon (especially because I really liked Copper), I decided to completely switch focus.
Luckily, I sort of already had this idea in the corner of my mind. I know it's way shorter than what I usually post, but that's because it's really only an introspective snapshot than a fully-fleshed out scene. Hope you guys like it anyway! :)
$4$
So many things goin' through my mind
Sometimes it gets scary but when you're by my side
The world may be chaotic and the skies may explode
But we'll be okay, baby, this much, this much I know
- "Minuet," by Idina Menzel
Gold.
It's gotta be around 3 or 4 in the morning, she rationalizes. She shouldn't be up this late (again), but once she woke up from some bright and vivid dream that's now merely flashes and wisps, there was no hope of going back to sleep. So she stays up, fails to count sheep, and instead studies the new unusual weight on her hand.
The room is pitch-black, but her eyes have long since adjusted to the darkness and with the help of the little sliver of the moon peeking through the curtains, she can watch it catch light.
It's been almost a month, which means that she should be used to it by now. It shouldn't look so foreign on her left ring finger. It shouldn't make her think that it belongs on someone else. It shouldn't make her wonder how it wound up on her finger in the first place.
She's not typically this full of doubt. She's a full-grown woman, with an amazing job and friends and the confidence that goes along with it. She is very sure of herself approximately 95-percent of the time- it's a shame that this situation falls under that tenuous 5-percent.
She keeps staring at it, waiting for it to stop being something out of place and morph into another part of her finger, another appendage like her arm or her leg. The longer she keeps waiting, the more impatient she gets, because it's been a month. The way her friends acted, the second the damn thing got on her finger it should have been instantaneous. Just poof- natural.
Funny, because the one thing she knows for certain is that this feels anything but.
She flexes her fingers, watching as the gold darkens and then shines, illuminating the plain square crystal set right in the middle. It's beautiful, simple in an understated way, just her style. But it feels… weird.
There's a groan and she almost jumps, catching herself at the last possible moment. The bed shifts as he turns, rolling over and facing her. He's still asleep, might as well be dead to the world, but somehow he's aware enough to reach across the bed, arm ghosting across her stomach and hooking around her waist and pulling her securely to his side.
She rests her hand on Terry's arm, a smile softening her features as she studies his peaceful face. Her eyes go back to that hand, thumb tracing gentle circles on his skin. There. When it's by itself, it looks odd, stands out in the wrong way, but when it's with him, her skin against his, all the scary questions in the back of her head are gone- poof.
Max smiles wider, letting her head settle against the pillows. The ring would never look half as good without Terry.
$4$
Very, very short, but I like writing an introspective Max now and again because I like her character. Writing present tense is also fun for me, because I don't try it too often (I'm very old-fashioned when it comes to my writing style :P).
In case you guys didn't notice the metal theme, I'm all finished with my Copper-Silver-Gold theme, which means I'll move on to other colors, most likely Gray next. I'm starting to run out of colors, so if I get desperate I may actually break out the old Crayola crayons and see if anything strikes my fancy… ;)