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    Loving With My Fingers Crossed – (Chapter: Trapped Deep In Me)

    Story written on May 7, 2007 by overdose.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=14395
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    So close. So very close.

    “I.. I don’t know. I was meeting Aiden. I found him here.”

    It was the truth. Truth enough. Close enough.

    “But what are you doing here?”

    Still not looking up. Still digging. Searching. Falling.

    I don’t know if she is trying to tear down the bricks or stack them up higher.
    A huge opening is now separating us. Reaching for us. Calling for us.

    “I could ask you that myself.”

    Movement stopped. Toes are now standing still. Holes closing in. Hiding equations and hidden replies. Eyes darting back and forth. Searching for something. Anything. I can finally see them. The orbs mirroring the sky. The ocean. The blue. And I finally see it clearly. For a second or two I know everything. In a fleeting look I can make out the winter nights and summer mornings. In a passing glance I can spot the butterflies making their way up towards the sky. Witness the laugher and distinguish the nervous hands. Fumbling fingers. The firm but loving strokes. In the briefest moment I can feel the memories that we’ve kept aside. That we’ve kept safe. Away from the open wounds and bleeding scars. Away from the fears we know all too well.

    “Are you here to stay?”

    Falling back. Unlocking eyes. Toes stirring. Searching again.

    “No..” I don’t know if I should elaborate the sentence. I don’t know what I should say. “..no. I’m not.”

    That’s all I have. That’s all I can muster for now.

    “So I’m sorry that I interrupted your conversation before.. I should probably leave befor-”

    “No! I mean.. no, no.. you don’t have to leave. Well, that is unless you have somewhere else to be..”

    Eyes flickering again.

    “I don’t know.”

    That’s all she says. And I can’t think of a single thing to reply with. To talk about. Still scared. Still petrified that she’ll run away if I start asking. If I start wondering. If I slowly pull out the stitches and expose the open wounds.

    But I have to. I need to. I want to.

    “So.. am I?”

    She frowns. Eyes have returned to the crater she tries to unwrap again.

    “Are you what?”

    “Still the one who can figure you out. Read you like an open book.”

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