[mature] things we never thought we could be, adna

[adna]

ADNA

I wish I could take the hands of time and turn them in reverse
I'd take back every long goodbye with venom in my words

Her mouth is dry and her head is swimming. She can’t think around him—can’t comprehend anything but the way that suddenly he has taken on something new entirely within her. He is not the stranger that she ran into while trying to outrun her demons. He is not the apathetic vagabond with nothing but more questions and nothing of himself to give. He is none of those things because he is suddenly Beth.

He is her Beth and he is trembling with the same things that she herself trembles with.

Hers.

It is a possessive flare of her greedy heart that carries her against him, that leaves her exploring him, so content to spend her time finding the scars on his coat, the dips of his ribs. If she curls her neck just right, her mouth can wander down his muddied leg, pressing kisses along the ridges of it.

His question leaves her breathless and she has to pause to right herself, to keep from crashing. She has to remind herself that this is real—that the man who holds her now, who presses feverish kisses against her is real. “I don’t know,” she says, honestly, her throat tight. “I don’t know.”

She wants to laugh and ask if it matters.

Did it matter that it took so long for her to find him?

Does anything matter because she did—she did.

“Don’t disappear,” she whispers into him, still just as quiet, as quiet as she can manage because this, too, is too much for her to look at straight. Her fear is like the sun and even though he is the most real thing that she has ever felt, she cannot shake the terror that races up her spine that she will open her eyes—

and he will be gone.

the only way to being found is getting lost at first
but all I find are more bridges to burn