"You're beautiful," he said.
Twist and drip and arch. So delicate. Don't worry, it will all be loved and taken before it loses even an ounce of this enchanting fragility. There is no such thing as a pair of palms opening up and it spiraling out, bending each and every way as it is carried by half wind and half sky, away.
A humid room that makes it easy to play the game of forgetting for a handful of useful minutes. Wooden planks reach both up and down along each side, and he reaches out too. Clumsy fingers on lips.
"Can I kiss you?"
The air is bad in here. A negative aura. And it grows, fosters. Sometimes such an ugly setting can produce a beautiful energy.
Foot on the ground, a soft thud.
"You can't."
Dizzy eyes; they still follow.
Fingertip along black plastic, collecting dust. A new bounce to every step, along an old carpet and over carelessly tossed equipment. "What's this?"
Furrowed eyebrows, judgmental gaze.
Unbothered now, because the brand new gears have already begun to spin, sparking metal. A crooked, purposeful smile.
There it goes.
"I'll be leaving now."
A foot on the first step already. Slight turn of the neck, and, just as expected, met with lonely, pleading eyes. Mmm. Another lip curl for the road.
Who knew it would be found here? She certainly hadn't.
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