“I just don’t get it,” Cath said, mystified. “How could you knowingly invite something like… like that into your life. You’re … you gotta be fucking insane.” “Something like ‘that’? Like what?” she knew what Cath meant. She just wanted her to say it. “You know what I mean,” her friend gestured exasperated. “These things never end well, you know that. You should know that. It’s in every single cautionary tale. I just don’t get why you would do that. Why? God fucking dammit.” “You want to know why?” “I’d rather you not be bound to him at all, rather than knowing why you bound yourself to him, but yeah, give me one good reason not to give my all to find some way to rip him right back out of you.” She sighed, then took a deep breath as if to find the right words to explain to her friend what she barely could explain to herself. “Why…,” she repeated, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I guess because… well. He’s someone I can lean on. And he… he found me, when I was lost. He found me.” Cath looked at her, not sure what to say. There was a heaviness to her words she could not simply brush off. She knew her friend too well for that. And despite what the insults and cusses she wanted to throw at her, she was not known to be stupid, nor impulsive. Which made it even harder for her to wrap her head around why she would ever get entangled with a lingering shade born from the darkest pits. “He found you…” Cath was not quite sure if that sounded more ominous or fortuitous. “When I thought no one ever would,” she continued. “When I had no one, nothing. When I walked through crowds of grey faces, when I drowned in the superficiality of the world, when the monochromaticity of every single fucking day started to burn up my soul, it was his hand that grabbed me and pulled me back out. I was lying on the bottom of an ashen pit with broken bones, and he became my wings. I needed someone when I had no voice to call for help. And he heard me. He answered.” “But… he’s a …”
“You still believe in fairytales?” Cath huffed. “There’s reasons they’re only told of in connection to nightmares and eternal damnation,” she mumbled. “You’re being dramatic.” Before Cath could argue, her friend softened her voice, and said “But I know you’re saying it out of love. I understand. I just don’t need … your concern. I don’t need it here. I might have needed it back when I was … in a bad place. Back when I was drowning.” When she saw the expression on Cath’s face, she quickly added, “and I’m not blaming you for not being there, I know you had your own stuff to deal with, that’s all right. I’m just saying, it’s not needed now, and you don’t need to feel you have to be especially cautious because you feel like you have to make up for some other time. It’s okay, really. It happened as it had to. I had to go through the fire and experience not getting burnt once I trusted the flames.” “Jesus Christ.” She grinned. “Naw. Wrong guy.” “Gah. I hate you. You’re the worst friend.” “Just come give me a hug.” Cath groaned. “If I hug you, does that mean I’m hugging him too?” Her friend giggled. “Maybe. Find out?” and she stretched out her arms, grabbing her best friend and pulling her into a big, warm hug. “I love you. Just shut up and trust me when I say I’m doing fine.” Cath sighed. But who was she to keep arguing. After all, somehow, these hugs had gotten a lot warmer lately, just like her friend’s smiles had become happier, deeper, more complete. It was just eerie how quickly the tide had turned. “You can thank me later,” came a dark voice from the shadows, crawling into the roots of her hairs like a cold autumn rain. “I’d just advise to get used to me. I’m not going anywhere.” She heard her friend chuckle. Great. That probably meant they were both royally fucked. Lynn Peyo
Weekend came and went too fast. How are my lovely #writersofbluesky doing? 🖋️
In an attempt to get back on the horseback of both work and writing, I did a little flash for
#vss365 #knowingly
#vssmagic #grey
#vssmystery #lingering
#BraveWrite #wings
#Bedroomeyesprompt #outoflove
