01-25-2016, 01:10 AM
All things are possible, even the worst of things.
The feel of her flinching against him hits him like a physical blow. An ache settles into his gut as he knows an intense longing to wipe all fear and hurt from the burnished gold of her eyes. He thinks that perhaps in this small way, he might too be able to alleviate all of the pain and anguish that echoes through him. That in one small, impossible act, he could make everything right again.
But he cannot make everything right again. Nothing can ever be made as it was. He cannot turn back time, cannot erase what had happened to them. And one small, shameful part of him would not want to. That small kernel inside of him that understands everything he had gained could only have come from his loss. It has begun to take root, to blossom into a terrible understanding of what was and what had to be.
But still, he wishes. He wishes for impossible things.
He can see the indecision upon her features, can almost taste the truth that she wants to spill. But she resists, an action for which he cannot fault her. He resists too, holding tight to words that he longs to spill into ears that would hear and soothe, to engender an embrace that would act as a balm to his wounded soul. But he wants to, so badly. He is a selfish man.
Why are you here, she asks. And for a moment, he is rendered still and speechless. He had never paused to consider why he still lingers here, even though he knows the answer. The words are there on the tip of his tongue, even as he wonders. But of course she had known. Why had he ever been here?
”I’m… hiding.”
He answers her honestly, incapable of doing anything else. If there is anyone who would know of the need to run and hide, it would be she. She is the only one he could confide such a shameful secret to, the only one who might understand. Even as he says it, the shadows draw closer, enveloping them in a soothing twilight, wrapping them in a cocoon of silent warmth. He presses closer to her, eyes sliding shut as though to block out the shame of his actions.
Her next words bring him back to reality, stunning him far more than her last words ever could have. Though, why he should have been surprised, he doesn’t know.
His dark eyes fall to hers, tracing the curves of her face even as she stares at the grass beneath their feet. The barest hint of a smile touches his features then, the curve of his lips almost wistful. He had always loved children. In truth, he probably should have been a father long ago. But fate has always had a funny way of intervening even with the best laid plans. His plans, unfortunately, had never been laid that well.
When he finally regains his senses, speech coming back to him in a burst, he asks the only thing he can think of.
”Really?”
But he cannot make everything right again. Nothing can ever be made as it was. He cannot turn back time, cannot erase what had happened to them. And one small, shameful part of him would not want to. That small kernel inside of him that understands everything he had gained could only have come from his loss. It has begun to take root, to blossom into a terrible understanding of what was and what had to be.
But still, he wishes. He wishes for impossible things.
He can see the indecision upon her features, can almost taste the truth that she wants to spill. But she resists, an action for which he cannot fault her. He resists too, holding tight to words that he longs to spill into ears that would hear and soothe, to engender an embrace that would act as a balm to his wounded soul. But he wants to, so badly. He is a selfish man.
Why are you here, she asks. And for a moment, he is rendered still and speechless. He had never paused to consider why he still lingers here, even though he knows the answer. The words are there on the tip of his tongue, even as he wonders. But of course she had known. Why had he ever been here?
”I’m… hiding.”
He answers her honestly, incapable of doing anything else. If there is anyone who would know of the need to run and hide, it would be she. She is the only one he could confide such a shameful secret to, the only one who might understand. Even as he says it, the shadows draw closer, enveloping them in a soothing twilight, wrapping them in a cocoon of silent warmth. He presses closer to her, eyes sliding shut as though to block out the shame of his actions.
Her next words bring him back to reality, stunning him far more than her last words ever could have. Though, why he should have been surprised, he doesn’t know.
His dark eyes fall to hers, tracing the curves of her face even as she stares at the grass beneath their feet. The barest hint of a smile touches his features then, the curve of his lips almost wistful. He had always loved children. In truth, he probably should have been a father long ago. But fate has always had a funny way of intervening even with the best laid plans. His plans, unfortunately, had never been laid that well.
When he finally regains his senses, speech coming back to him in a burst, he asks the only thing he can think of.
”Really?”
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch
Angsty Shah is so articulate :|