the strangers

Dying in the face of insolence, and abuse is easy. The words crash into me familiar. The sounds and faces of my makers, all the same.

Remembering that I am better than that, remembering what I am is harder.

Ten faces, ten different ways to tell me I’m nothing. I believe them all.

One stranger, one way to bring me back to life, means everything. And I’m only now beginning to believe he might be real.

He was tall, and wore big boots. He seemed foreign, a different kind of species. His hair was messy and wild like an animal. His eyes piercing blue like ice. Like rules they must abide by.

He held his hand out, pronouncing words that meant things would be okay, this day would be alright.

He helped me to my feet, and we walked across the grass. He didn’t speak, not until he could form the words without the anger.

“I like your hair.” He said.

I touched my hair, the black flower sticking out to the side, now crumpled, and pulled it out. I took his hand and dropped it into his palm.

“Thank you.”

We sat in the sun, under the tree, not really saying anything. He read a book, and I tried not to cry.

“I won’t hurt you.” He said.

 

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I make words go together like ooooh. Or maybe like eh, what? Nevermind, come see… (Original Fic edition)

 

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Come Find Me, chapter 18 teaser

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They fought against an immediacy in the moment of that night, pulling at each other in the dark.

He tried to speak but the only things he could think to say seemed silly, simple repeated descriptions of what he thought but not what he really felt. It was finally so right. He wanted to say how right and real it was for him and hoped her feelings were just the same.

Edward spent a time simply looking at Bella. His hands made their way over her arms and shoulders, and back again, finding new places to leave his gentle mark, all the while watching her react to him. He took her hand in his, to somehow tell her all his thoughts, and to know hers in return. He didn’t want to miss a thing.

She watched him feeling her, her mind unable to comprehend the new energy inside. A heart beating more alive than ever before.

She wanted it all inside that car, he was attempting to savour her, to fit all of who she was into that moment and beyond. He had begun taking caution in his having for fear of enjoying too much too soon.

But it was her time to be impatient as she pulled at him, leading him a new path along her stomach. And as his now warm hands fell against her skin, she let go and held on, leaning back for him to see her more.

“Touch me.” Don’t ever stop.

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