i don't dance, don't ask......i'll be over here, oh here..
She rambles, spouting words out like a river with no dam, every flowing. Lucky enough that they make a lick of sense, even if she is out of breath from her swift sentences. The poor guy, he was kind enough to stay, to receive her rushed narration. Anyone else would have quickly been on their way, urgent business, places to be. She would have smiled at that if it were not for his somber disposition. Something bad must have happened to him, something very bad.
When he speaks he breaks, not only literally but figuratively. Each word seems so hurt, so broken and unsure. But why? She's just a young girl, no one ever payed much mind to what they said in front of her. No one took care.
He might as well have struck her, his whisper hits her like a fist in the gut. Her hazel colored eyes bulge before they fill with tears. He face takes on the appearance of one sucker punched, surprised and injured all at once. Even her mouth falls open, the breath that had flown from her chest had parted them so easily. Throwing them wide enough to gasp in reaction to that name, his name. They had all been whispered to her once upon a time, the names of her siblings whose faces she can not recall.
Perhaps she is still so very much a child, she thrusts her head into his chest, sobbing like a school-girl. She could not believe they were so close now, that without looking she had found a piece of them here in the meadow. It's practically unintelligible but she chokes on words and tears both. "I miss them." It's agonizing understanding his confusion, its painful what the mistake had meant, a resemblance even one so small.
"Where did you go?" She sniffles, face planted into the safety of his sternum.