Alright! So just so you know, from here on out I will be no longer following the 30 day challenge. All chapters are prompted from my own head from now on, thank you lovelies!
Chapter Seven: This is War
I don't know how it happened, but you've invaded my life. Stormed my beaches like this was World War III. And that's exactly what this is. A war. The thing is, I'm not sure what I'm fighting for or against or what this war is even about. I was so sure of everything before you came, sure of my future, sure of my emotions, sure of my thoughts. But now everything is turned around, upside down and I can't tell if the air is getting easier to breathe or if I'm drowning.
Still, there is one certainty. Your hand. A little bigger than mine and warm like a Spanish summer, it's always there. Any moment I could take it, grasp it, spread my fingers through yours and the world would stop spinning. Everything would make sense. If only for a moment.
I know you wouldn't mind, you would hold on tight and pull me from the war torn wreckage, brush the dirt from my hair and smile at me like we hadn't just face the battle of our lives.
As the time passes and weeks roll by, I find myself by your side more often. I act like it's done bitterly and out of annoyance, like I was forced into it, but more and more it becomes harder to pretend. I think you notice and always you smile, like you know everything. Why do you have to look so deep into me with those sparkling eyes? The more I struggle the more you seem at ease and I start to wonder if I'm the only one fighting in this war.
Still, fighting or not, you're always there, standing in the aftermath of battle, and I realize that while this battle seemed to be raging outside of myself the whole time, it had been a civil war the whole time. Even so, you were there, watching over me, waiting, supporting. Why did you have to be so damn understanding?
Standing in the sunshine, I slide my hand into yours and our fingers link. There is no shock, you just look at me with that damn smile, like this was completely normal. Like you didn't just stop the war with a single touch. Like you knew the whole time that this would be my choice. Like you always trusted me to come to the realization that this is what I wanted. You hold my hand like that's where it always belonged, and perhaps you're right.
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