Arizona
"Calliope?" I ask, slowly coming closer, recognizing that voice.
That voice.
She steps closer. "Arizona?"
I break.
I began to bawl, and I slowly walk over to her, gazing up at her, but not touching.
I am hurt.
I can't trust her.
I don't know how to trust her, so I back away.
"Can we go home?" I ask, frail and scared.
She shakes her head. "No, Arizona. We're going to the hospital."
I shake my head. "NO! NO NO NO! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!"
I begin to sob, falling to the ground.
She quietly walks over to me, sitting on her ankles, her knees spread. "Trust me."
I stand up and allow her to pick me up. She's bad ass and strong, so she picks me up without hesitation, her knees not even buckling.
I can't help but lay my face on her shoulder, my nose to her shirt as I inhale deeply.
God, I missed that smell.
