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>I stand stock still as she almost screams into me. An entire internal universe of pain is let out in that moment. The heat I'd harbored just a few minutes prior is now nothing more than ash. She shakes and trembles as she pushes out every ounce of energy she has.
>I hold tight as she struggles with herself. It's a good few minutes before she returns to something resembling a living being.
>As she pulls off I can feel she's left a huge damp spot on my chest. I look up to see her barely together. At any moment she could come tumbling back down.
>The mere thought is enough to kill her legs. She stumbles back and I reach out to catch her. She's not quite as light as I'd hoped and I find myself dragged down to the ground with her.
>She looks away as we sit on the cold floor. Hiccuping and sniffling she speaks. Her voice weak and forced.
>"I'm sorry. This is me." She weakly motions to the boxes in the garage. Abandoned and forgotten out of sight. The familiarity is almost too much.
>I take a pull of breath. I can't hate her. Not after this. I find the mounting courage to ask. The need to know. The last hangup I carry.
>"Did you like hanging out with me?" It hinges on this. I'm at the precipice.
>It's an easy reply. No thought, no worry, no planning and no lies. "Of course."
>I find a relaxation fall into my bones. The scratch on my heart mended with one gentle swoop. I find myself smiling up at her as she looks back confused and shredded.
>"I forgive you." I mutter out. Her eyes lose the edge. A replacing of deep-seated pain with a mote of calm. It's a start.
>I huff and pull my legs back up under me. My knee's gonna be sore tomorrow. I reach a hand out to her. She gingerly accepts and I yank her up. Takes some effort to do so.
>We stand as she pats herself off a bit, doing the best to return to neutral. I watch her as she goes about it in vain.
cont.
>I stand stock still as she almost screams into me. An entire internal universe of pain is let out in that moment. The heat I'd harbored just a few minutes prior is now nothing more than ash. She shakes and trembles as she pushes out every ounce of energy she has.
>I hold tight as she struggles with herself. It's a good few minutes before she returns to something resembling a living being.
>As she pulls off I can feel she's left a huge damp spot on my chest. I look up to see her barely together. At any moment she could come tumbling back down.
>The mere thought is enough to kill her legs. She stumbles back and I reach out to catch her. She's not quite as light as I'd hoped and I find myself dragged down to the ground with her.
>She looks away as we sit on the cold floor. Hiccuping and sniffling she speaks. Her voice weak and forced.
>"I'm sorry. This is me." She weakly motions to the boxes in the garage. Abandoned and forgotten out of sight. The familiarity is almost too much.
>I take a pull of breath. I can't hate her. Not after this. I find the mounting courage to ask. The need to know. The last hangup I carry.
>"Did you like hanging out with me?" It hinges on this. I'm at the precipice.
>It's an easy reply. No thought, no worry, no planning and no lies. "Of course."
>I find a relaxation fall into my bones. The scratch on my heart mended with one gentle swoop. I find myself smiling up at her as she looks back confused and shredded.
>"I forgive you." I mutter out. Her eyes lose the edge. A replacing of deep-seated pain with a mote of calm. It's a start.
>I huff and pull my legs back up under me. My knee's gonna be sore tomorrow. I reach a hand out to her. She gingerly accepts and I yank her up. Takes some effort to do so.
>We stand as she pats herself off a bit, doing the best to return to neutral. I watch her as she goes about it in vain.
cont.