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Know me as I once knew you.
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The days turn colder. Aunt Ronnie rings when she remembers. In a rush as always. She is almost finished with work, a few months. She wants to come back to the house. It's been said before but I can hear the loneliness echoing in her voice.
We are the same.
But I have Rev to fill my empty hours, where she has her job.
With his green open eyes I have built the courage to take off my hood. The smile he gave me was worth the fear I'd felt before I had stepped into the kitchen,
"You have hair, who knew." He'd joked when his green eyes had landed on me and I had gently laughed as well.
He was fixing me.
Gluing me back together like a broken china mug.
I'd still hurt but I could move. I could live. I could try,
"I've always wanted to travel." Rev says now as we eat his homemade pizza. Which is filled with melted cheese and tomatoes,
"Where?" I don't speak much when we talk, but I am fascinated by him,
"Never went to Italy. I wish I had now. Coffee in the morning and pasta in the evening."
"Go then!" I tell him, "Go next week!" He laughs loudly,
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" He mocks,
"No! But you should go, if you want to." I say with a grin. His eyyyes change to sorrow, just for a second. Rev hides it well but I see it. Sorrow.
Why?
"I will!" His voice is full of joy and the moment is gone.
Perhaps I imagined it. I'd always been good at pretending.
"What about you? If you could go anywhere?" He asks. I think about it. If I could go anywhere, I'd fly to the sky, I 'd reach heaven and hold hands with the angels and let the sun bath on skin,
"I like the sound of America." I say instead but it's not a lie. America does seem like a good place to explore. A girl could get lost in the U.S.A,
"Go! Promise you'll go one day? To Italy and America. Don't stand still Willow." His eyes are serious and I humour him,
"I promise." I laugh. Rev joins in and grabs the empty plate in front of me just as it slip from his grip and crashes to the floor. Shattering into pieces. Rev swears under his breath,
"Are you ok?" I frown
"Just lost my grip." He shrugs and bends to pick up the pieces. I help him clear up the mess. His face is pale today. I didn't notice before,
"You you sure?" I push for an answer,
"I've just a cold coming I think. Summer fever." He laughs and my worry is pushed away. I do not think about it. I do not notice the way he moves slower.
Or maybe I do.
But I ignore it.
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Something is different. As we stand in the garden watching the stars drift in the night sky, a cold drink of coke in our hands. I feel something different between us.
A tension.
Or maybe it is just me. I feel like I can feel every hair on my arms, hear every chirp from the crickets. I can feel Rev standing beside me.
Close.
So close I can feel his body heat reaching out and curling around me. My heart thunders fast.
We are silent.
I want to touch him. I want to, so bad it rips me apart.
There are no words, although I think perhaps there should be a few. Rev is behind me. His hands reach out, carefully as always. They land on my hips and I am complete. My body burns with heat. He turns me. So our eyes blink into each other. I don't know what I want.
I want him.
"Rev." I say softly and he closes those eyes for a second. It happens so quick. His lips rush forward and brush against mine. I don't move. Frozen with shock. He pulls back,
"I needed to do that at least once." He goes to pull away but I move because I'm afraid if I don't I'll wake up and this would have been my biggest pretend. Our lips meet again, soft at first but then quickly.
Perhaps it is lust or passion. His arms reach around me. I am a fumble of shivers and longing. Breath caught, heart racing. We dance back into the house away from the stars, our hands on each other, lips never leaving one another. I am scared of this new feeling enveloping me, but I don't want it to disappear. It holds me together. Rev has almost fixed me. With his words and his eyes. He has fixed this house and garden. Our footsteps are loud as they chase to the nearest room,
"Willow. Wait." His words soft, gentle, breathless. I blink up at him, "We don't have too do this now."
"I want to."
Oh how I want to. I want him in every way.
Is it love?
I dunno but it is something. Something strong that overwhelms me. Rev laughs and I feel it vibrate through my skin. He pushes us through the door and the bed is there. I'm scared. A moment of fear about the unknown. Rev steps from me, looks at me with those deep green eyes,
"I've never done this before." I tell him softly,
"It'll be ok. We don't have too. Just tell me if you want to stop."
But I don't want to.
A kiss shared between us.
Hands running along pale skin.
Eyes on scars, finger tips running over the raised flesh.
And if I had a pen I would write;
Breath to breath,
Heart to heart,
This is our promise,
Till in the night,
Where I lay,
I will become whole and unbroken once more.
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