that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried
The world around them explodes into life—into color—and he can only inhale sharply in surprise. He can only take in each moment, in the way that she makes such magical things, and then shapes the world to her every thought. It’s an incredible thing, and he is absolutely certain that she has no idea that it is.
He smiles, sighs just a little, when she touches him softly and he feels something bloom in his chest. A warmth that he was not certain that he knew how to name. Instead he just watches her with his golden eyes, not caring that the world outside of them was bleeding to black. That the monsters would find him, eventually, his decaying body comatose as he traipsed through this dreamworld entirely unaware.
“It’s better here,” is the only thing that he answers with because every other answer feels too flimsy, too weak, the lie too apparent. He doesn’t want her to know what he is like in the real world. Doesn’t want her to know how his flesh peels away—how his mind leaves him. He doesn’t want her to know all about his weaknesses and the way that his body betrays him. The curse that he is sure that he deserves.
So instead he steps forward into the brighter world, noticing with a tightening of his chest how the trees reflect him back to him. His gaze slips back to her, something mischievous in the way the corner of his mouth tilts up. “How could I not miss you?” he asks with a laugh, once again dancing around the core of the subject. He doesn’t comment on it further though, instead stepping forward into this haven she made.
“Show me everything,” he insists, hungry for these pieces of normalcy stolen from him.
He looks back at her, face brightening.
“I want to see all of it.”
so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried
