drifters

you gone
is too cold
to imagine

This has nothing to do with actual prompt but oh well. 




she believed there was something more, but he never bothered to stay long enough for her to find out. it could've been more of a lot of things, but there was never a long enough trial period to test any hypotheses. all theories were done in brain simulations from estimated characteristics. she would never get to any of his decimals. 

why do you have to leave? 

he was so good. everything around him felt lighter; and she loved the way he would rock back and forth when he held her. shhh, everything is beautiful here. shhh, things are alright. shhh, the silence is divine. 

why so soon?

and his words, when they came, were rushed and sped through and fast-forwarded. his sentences were panting and shallow of breath. his paragraphs surrounded them, as she wove ribbons of prose around his.  

not again.

he made her frantic; and when they shared electrons, she could feel her heart under his fingers, from the brush of a hand. all accidents were intentional and no one took offense -- feel free, trip me up, i will fall gladly -- what sort of victim do you prefer. there was no fair game. there was no playing when he had won from the start. 

spare me

from the first hollow hello under insufficient shade and walking together in the heat of the day, she was no longer her own. and there may have been intervals when she wasn't quite as sure, but the day had cemented her state. what power his happiness had on her. what she would do to keep him that way. 

stay;

she wanted to swallow him up in her time and her love and her wishes, but he was too much elsepeople's. the only consolation was that he should never know what he was inducing. she believed in that way, she preserved him. 



day 25: winter