She
breathed softly in and out and I could hear her smiling. Her face was turned
away, but I could tell. A light rain drummed on her windows and she looked up
for a while. She aired an aura of calm, but I had known her long enough to know
what my words did to her. Right now, this very moment, sitting on the floor
looking out the window if caught in a picture the image would be disturbingly
deceiving. She spoke faintly, as if she barely was aware of the sounds that
came out.
“Where you
met a thousand souls, you will meet a thousand more. Each one of them will love
and despise you in thousand different ways. I heard you speak to me in a
thousand voices and you shattered me into thousand pieces. I will find my calm
when the winds are the wildest, when things around me are being torn and sucked
up in the sky. This is where I will sit and wait for you. In the eye of the
storm that you fear so much. Here nothing is safe, in here we keep changing
because it’s the only way we know how to live.
Come sit
with me for a while, listen to the dark that threatens to take us away.
Threatens to send us some place where all we will know is utter despair. There
will be no light reflected to us, there will be no angles, no atmosphere for it
to travel trough. You will never speak again. For a thousand years you will
only hear the echoes of our past. This is where we will go if you let the storm
take us. This is where we will go if you give in to fear.
So sit with
me, my darling. Sit with me for a moment. I will be yours for the eternity of
this second and the next. Just long enough for you to make me smile.”
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