All the Broken Parts

Piece +10

"You came!" It took me less than seconds to sprung off the swing and ran towards him.

Distances was between us and I closed it within seconds.

I looked into his eyes. I searched for his eyes. And when our eyes met, I forgot what made me happy just the few seconds ago. His eyes were haunted, no longer hided nor clouded like the mist that hid him had been lifted up and was what left was him in all his rawness and his troubled stormy blue eyes.

Tell me how did you fix a broken soul? When the body failed you, wounds turned to scars and scars faded away. But how did you fix a broken soul? When there was no wounds to start with, just pieces of you taken forcibly apart until finally, you were just a vessel of who you had been. Until finally, you lost yourself you broke.

"I'm glad you came," my voice shook and I felt the tears threatening to fell.

I felt the rushed as our skin touch. He brought me to his arms. My tears fell because the warmth I felt as he held me close sent my heart overdrive, like salt to an open wound. -But he held me close. I felt his steady heartbeat that quiet my fear away. Then his body shook. It wasn't clear who was holding who. He was holding me as if I was his anchor, but I knew as he held me he was my anchor.

"Me too," he finally said when the storms had passed and we both had finally calmed down and I knew it took everything in him to admit that.

"You scared me you big baboon," I actually sniffed.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You should be."