Rapture
somewhere between the sand and the stardust
In the face of temptation, she has always proven far too weak. But even so, fear cannot seemed to stay her. This entire time she had hidden away here, haunting the darkest depths of the forest and the slick banks of this river, she had known her resistance would falter the moment she laid eyes on him again. Perhaps it is why she had stayed away. Even though she could have found him so easily, she had stayed away. He is so much better off without her. She would be an anchor about his neck, a girl living in a world too harsh for her peace of mind. He could hurt her so easily.
But still she doesn’t pull back from him. Whatever pain it had endured previously, her heart now knows only joy. A pulsing throb of happiness that he remembers her. That he looks at her with longing in his eyes.
For that one brief moment in time, she becomes a selfish creature, wishing to keep him only for herself. It is a foolish thought, but still it sticks within her mind.
When he comes to her, pressing his lips to her cheek, her eyes slide closed as she savors his touch. Regret beats at her, but his gentle admonishment brings a faint smile to her pale lips. His question, however, causes her breath to catch in her throat. Could she say she had missed him?
Eyes opening, she stares at him for a long moment. Had she missed him? Like a dying man misses breath. The ache in her heart has reminded her on a daily basis of what she had given up. Despite the pain it would bring, she hadn’t been able to resist stealing glances. For a while at least. Until what she saw had been far more a punch in the gut than a stinging balm to soothe.
Swallowing, she reaches for him. Slowly, at first, but then she is crushing herself against, muzzle pressing against the heat of his skin as she breathes out a faintly gasping breath. “Yes,” she whispers, almost inaudible with her lips pressed against him, her words more vibration than sound. “I missed you.” So much. But she doesn’t add the last. It is implied in the desperation of her touch.
“Please stay.” Those final words are uttered so softly as to be nearly inaudible, an unwitting echo of what she had said the first time they met those long years ago.
there is a pulse that echoes of you and I
