Chapter Six: Voids
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I think he loves me most when our breathing is in sync, the stars are aligned, and the sky is Jet black.
I accidentally looked into his eyes and fell victim to his fiery soul. It turned me into flames. I didn't mean to look for so long but I did and now I am here.
With my feet buried in the softness of my blanket and my head rested on him.
We are once again graced with the presence of silence.
He seemed to be zoned out, probably exploring every single recess of his wandering mind.
I just watched him think, waiting for him to hopefully let me in.
Inside his mind is where I felt safest. He hasn't let me in since he was sixteen. His mind, purely reckless then.
I again want to explore his mind. Dance around in his thoughts and whisper sweetly to his memories.
Maybe I'll find sanity in him. I hope he doesn't mind me taking a bit from him.
I'll have to be careful because I just might lose myself in him.
He looked at me with a confused look. I don't think he realized how cute his expression was but I couldn't help but to kiss him.
He just stared at me while I caressed his face. "You know, I really enjoy your company."
He smiled with no reply. He simply rested his head on me now.
I played in his hair.
"You're still coming with me when I go back to New Orleans, right?", he asked lowly.
"Yes August. I can't wait. I'm really excited."
August sat upright and kissed me. "Good."
I stared at him for a bit before gently caressing his face.
"So so handsome.", I said lowly to him.
He removed my hands from his face and held them in his. He then kissed my hands. "I love you."
I smiled. "I love you too August."
Silence struck quickly, letting our words linger.
I looked at him and he was already staring at me.
Watching me intently.
I clasped my hands together and spoke quietly. "August, I'm sorry about Dre."
He continued gazing at me. He possessed a rather empty expression. I had seen this expression once before.
I know that August is a broken man. And I can only temporarily mend him. It hurts me to know this.
"Everyone dies at some point, right?", he spoke without taking his eyes off of me.
I nodded silently.
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"Cyan."
"Indigo"
"Capri."
He hesitated. He seemed to be running out of shades of blue to call out "Iris."
"Royal.", I said while smirking.
He hesitated. "Alright, I can't think of anymore ma."
I smiled. "You owe me now."
He chuckled. "And what do I owe you?"
I caressed his hand. "Forgiveness."
He smiled slightly. "I'm waiting for the day when something simple and expected comes out your mouth."
I smiled.
"Forgiveness for what though?", he asked.
"In the future, if I ever disappoint you, I would like for you to forgive me. No grudges held."
He nodded. "Okay."
I stared at him. Wanting to get inside his head. Desperately wanting to fill any emptiness he possessed with my love for him.
I was away from him for half a decade. And though time seems to be fleeting, everyday I spent away from him seemed interminable.
When I was away, I hope he was alright. I hope the world was good to him; I know it has a tendency to turn people cold. I hope that he was given love.
I pray that August is not here in front of me in complete distress and not telling me.
I gazed at him before wrapping my arms around him. He returned the hug and held on to me.
If only he'd let me in.
If he'd let me in, I'd try to fill the emptiness that exists within him.
I'd spend my life trying fill those voids.
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