She is silent; awash in the emotions that rose, unbidden, in the wake of his confessions. The deep breath before the plunge into disaster.
But in her silence, there are words: Darkness and shifting sea; water-kisses and salt-spray; gull-cry sea-cry bird-cry in mourning tones of shadow and lightness; cloud cover with sunlight dappled dune and air-shifted reed; lost moments, slow moments, sea-moments with wind and air and slow-moving intensity; a wonderland of tastes and sensations which even the stars and ocean cannot give her; nightscape meeting seascape at the horizon in the distance, filled with novelty and a moment´s worth of time: silence, silence and words.
Like this she stands as he makes his promise; unmoving, befallen by a sudden fear and hushed quietude; a bone-white girl spun of intangible dreams and hopes to shatter. Oh, how his words inspire within her a whimsical passion, how she longs to take them for truth. But it is a truth born only from the corruption of lies. And the part of her that is her own, the connection with the stars and the universe, entangled itself in the labyrinth of her soul.
Still she held the flame in her eye that promised of a new tomorrow as she turns to him. Still, she cannot tear herself from the warmth of him. Still she cannot bear to pick up the trembling heart that she has laid bare before him and within her eyes was an ensnarement of it all.
Still; she aches for the torment in those strange, strange eyes; fleeting as time itself; fleeting like the retreating waves upon the stormy sea. She is his and she is lost – irrevocably, undeniably, lost.
”Stay” she whispers and her voice is starsong and lament; longing and dreamlit. ”Stay with me, Garbage”
@[Garbage]