and I am hating the ignorance in my body
It is dark so we have flashlights. It is cold so we have gloves on. This is a deadly combination.
"Don't let go. If you let go you'll fall, and then I'll fall," she says, leaning her lips in close to my ear. I can feel her breath warming my skin and it hurts a little bit more than the numbness it had found. But I crave more anyway. Because my body knows I want to be warm, even if getting that way is going to be a painful process.
"I think if I don't let go I will fall," I argue. "In fact, I think I may take you down with me as well," I decide when my foot slips on a patch of black ice. But she keeps me supported with her own weight and much steadier footing. Her hand tightens on mine and though I can't feel any specifics about it the pressure registers.
"Listen, I think you should know that I love you. And look! We're not falling. Anyway, it's just down the street so we should keep going," she isn't looking at me but her face is tilted mildly in my direction. I glance over at her and study her expression in the indirect glow of the flashlights we're holding, offset by the dim streetlight a few yards ahead. There is no moon tonight because the clouds are thick and dark, blanketing the entire night sky. There are no stars either. And she looks for some reason vaguely amused.
"You don't, you know," I inform her. For once her eyes leave our course to look at me. And this is when she slips, and it is my turn to catch her and keep her from hitting the frozen ground. She rights herself and sighs, smiling lightly at me. There's something mischievous about this smile and there's a hint of light playing off of her darkened eyes.
"How would you know better than I would?" she asks, suddenly tightening her firm grip on my hand again. She takes off at a dangerous speed, which isn't a terribly fast one on the icy street, and stops us right under the flickering streetlight. I don't have an answer, but she knew I wouldn't and that's why she asked the question.
My heart is already pounding from nervousness. I had been sure we were going to fall. But we're both still on our feet here. When she turns back to me that smile is still on her face. "I wish you'd trust me every once in a while," she says. This brings a confused sort of frown to my face. If I didn't trust her would I be out here in the middle of one of the coldest nights I had ever experienced? I want to argue I have nothing BUT trust when it comes to her. But I think she might be right.
She thinks she might be right too. I know she does. But she moves in closer anyway and rests her cold cheek against one of mine for a few moments. "What if I were gone tomorrow? Would this be the best night of your life or the worst?" she asks. Before I get the chance to answer she moves her face again and this time kisses me with her cold lips. When she pulls away she doesn't go far and her breath is warm against my lips now, "Don't let go," she repeats, then turns away to continue pulling me along with her.
For the first time since we set out on this walk I have no idea where we are going
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
SO... It's snowing. In Portland, Oregon. Which is not terribly odd... But it's snowing a LOT. And not stopping really. At least not for very long. I am stuck inside. Perfect opportunity to write, yes?
NO. WHY WOULD I EVER FINISH A NOVEL?! My editors are going to kill me. :D
- LOVE, Jordan <3
"Don't let go. If you let go you'll fall, and then I'll fall," she says, leaning her lips in close to my ear. I can feel her breath warming my skin and it hurts a little bit more than the numbness it had found. But I crave more anyway. Because my body knows I want to be warm, even if getting that way is going to be a painful process.
"I think if I don't let go I will fall," I argue. "In fact, I think I may take you down with me as well," I decide when my foot slips on a patch of black ice. But she keeps me supported with her own weight and much steadier footing. Her hand tightens on mine and though I can't feel any specifics about it the pressure registers.
"Listen, I think you should know that I love you. And look! We're not falling. Anyway, it's just down the street so we should keep going," she isn't looking at me but her face is tilted mildly in my direction. I glance over at her and study her expression in the indirect glow of the flashlights we're holding, offset by the dim streetlight a few yards ahead. There is no moon tonight because the clouds are thick and dark, blanketing the entire night sky. There are no stars either. And she looks for some reason vaguely amused.
"You don't, you know," I inform her. For once her eyes leave our course to look at me. And this is when she slips, and it is my turn to catch her and keep her from hitting the frozen ground. She rights herself and sighs, smiling lightly at me. There's something mischievous about this smile and there's a hint of light playing off of her darkened eyes.
"How would you know better than I would?" she asks, suddenly tightening her firm grip on my hand again. She takes off at a dangerous speed, which isn't a terribly fast one on the icy street, and stops us right under the flickering streetlight. I don't have an answer, but she knew I wouldn't and that's why she asked the question.
My heart is already pounding from nervousness. I had been sure we were going to fall. But we're both still on our feet here. When she turns back to me that smile is still on her face. "I wish you'd trust me every once in a while," she says. This brings a confused sort of frown to my face. If I didn't trust her would I be out here in the middle of one of the coldest nights I had ever experienced? I want to argue I have nothing BUT trust when it comes to her. But I think she might be right.
She thinks she might be right too. I know she does. But she moves in closer anyway and rests her cold cheek against one of mine for a few moments. "What if I were gone tomorrow? Would this be the best night of your life or the worst?" she asks. Before I get the chance to answer she moves her face again and this time kisses me with her cold lips. When she pulls away she doesn't go far and her breath is warm against my lips now, "Don't let go," she repeats, then turns away to continue pulling me along with her.
For the first time since we set out on this walk I have no idea where we are going
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
SO... It's snowing. In Portland, Oregon. Which is not terribly odd... But it's snowing a LOT. And not stopping really. At least not for very long. I am stuck inside. Perfect opportunity to write, yes?
NO. WHY WOULD I EVER FINISH A NOVEL?! My editors are going to kill me. :D
- LOVE, Jordan <3
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Comment by Theresa on December 20, 2008 at 7:39pm -
That's pretty amazingly cool, I'm in Portland too and I'm really ready for snow to melt. I'm new so I don't know this; is there more that I can read?
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