Writing #15

○ Speed Writing III ○

 

Darkness.

No.

Not at all.

Like ethereal fabric strips, the light silently but unstoppable was there with her.

Strips on the wall.

Strips on the floor.

Strips on the blankets.

Strips on the pillow.

Viper was lying there.

Motionless.

Lifeless.

She was lying there in that bed in the same position she fell asleep.

Like she slowly closed her eyes on the empty spot that early morning, she slowly opened them then, on the same empty spot.

She didn’t move.

She only stared.

That wasn’t her bed.

But it was.

That was their bed.

But it wasn’t.

Not yet.

Not for her.

Sure, they had their nights there, naps and not, but still…not theirs.

Not yet.

Languidly, the girl sit up, her eyes could see properly, the light was enough, but it was useless: there wasn’t what she wanted to see.

Gradually, she left the bed, careless of the warmness she was leaving.

Not warm enough.

Not like his hugs.

She left the bedroom then, in the dense calm of the apartment she arrived at the living room with the open kitchen.

She looked around, silently.

-So this is it. This is home…

She though, in the mid darkness of that house, alone and, unexpectedly, fragile.

-It’s not enough.

She added, in the flow of her thoughts.

-Why everyone think I’m going to be fine? Two days has passed and I’m dying.

She clenched her fists, still standing on the frame of the door that connects the hallway and the living room.

-Not only teens are love sick. Why it’s so hard to look over the surface? My walls are fake. There are not made of indestructible material, but just thin…cracked glass. Full of holes. Everything can hurt me and nothing at the same time. I’m fragile but unbeatable. And you know that. How…how did you understood it? You, you that are everyone most favourite joke. You saw what everyone can’t. You saw me.

Slowly closing her eyes and immediately after opening them again, she went to the huge closed window.

-You…

She placed her hands on the grips and with one strong movement the window was opened, filling everywhere with white sharp light.

-I hope you know how much I love you.

 Im such a trash.

Omg.

Despacito, despacito.

I wrote this with all my deepest feelings.

I love this crack ship so much, they are my ideal adult healthy idea of relationship.

They make me feel calm and in peace with everything.

Even if time passed, when i restarted writing them i didn't feel embrassment or fear like i had with other characters.

Im so happy to feel always inspired for them and that even after more then 5 years im able to 'find' them in lots of prompts that i find on pinterest.

I love their love.

Their love is my happy place.

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