The edge of the bed dips from his weight. She wants to say she's sorry for hurting him but she can't, the darkness will swallow her words. His cool fingers dance across her skin leaving trails of icy fire. She takes a deep breath and tries to relax her rigid muscles. The cool fingers pull away, she protests, and cool hands brush against her hot skin.
Weak she thinks but in darkness there is no weakness, no hard evidence, nothing to see, weakness cannot exist within this darkness. So she can allow this weakness because it is not. A paradox she knows.
Silence, but in the silence they speak. He's asking questions she doesn't know how to answer and some she doesn't know the answer to. He understands somehow he always knows maybe its because she knows perhaps its because they know each other. He slowly peels back the twisted sheets and slides across her to the other side.
He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls their bodies together. She wraps her fingers in his hair and pulls his head to her shoulder, he needs to sleep.
She runs her fingers through his hair and sighs staring into the darkness. The Darkness of Night allows them to hide and to retreat and yet the Darkness of the Day still seems capable of creeping in and trying to break them. She wonders if the Darkness will break them.
She ponders the questions he silently asked. Are they strong enough to make it through? Not unscathed of course and probably with a few deep scars but will they make it through whole? Who else will turn against them? What dark tricks will be used next? Will the people they love be left unharmed or will they die because both she and him are incompetent? Will they lose one another in the process?
One hand trails its fingers against his bare arm and she shudders with her own questions. Can she survive without him? Can she lose someone else to the Darkness of Day? Will she be strong enough to ground them both and keep them anchored? Will she have the strength to let him in her weakness without excuses? How will they win?
…Will they win? Can they win?
Enough, She thinks and the darkness swallows the swirling worry. She focuses on his warmth seeping into her body, his steady breathing, and she drifts back into sleep. No shifting faces, no evil lurking or changing, no destruction, just darkness.
The pale light of day drifts into the room to soon haunt their minds. But for now they are wrapped in peaceful darkness.
Within the light there is darkness.
And within the darkness there is no light.
But within the darkness exists an escape that leads to two worlds.
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was that okay?