I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.
A gust of air presses against my left side, throwing my body weight to the right. I gasp and cling to the rungs m balance shifting. Four’s Cold hand clamps around one of my my hips, on of his fingers finding a strip of bare skin just under the hem of my T-shirt. He squeezes, steadying me and pushing me gently to the left, restoring my balance.
Now I can breath.
I have been attacked by crows and men with grotesque faces; I have been set on fire by the boy who almost threw me off a ledge; I have almost drowned—twice—and this is what I can’t cope with? This is the fear I have no solutions for—a boy I like, who wants to…have sex with me?
“I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
Everything inside of me
is living in your heart beat
Even when all the lights are fading
Even then if your hope was shaking
I’m here holding on
“I love you” I say.
“I love you, too” he says. “I’ll see you s o o n.”