cont. // Part 2.
She felt his motion through her back. She was in his grasp.
They kept each other. Like elongated wings, folded to one another. And both aware that if
they stay like this, it made them happy.
And there was no longer sadness, not such.
Because it was real. Everything. It was in action.
He wanted to hold onto her, longer than the sunset. He wanted to hold her not as humble as anyone could.
When he thought he was in loss, she came.
Both of them felt the same way.
Then...
"Just…" he whispered as if he couldn’t say any word at all.
"Just…what?"
"Just come home with me,"
She smiled. Still in his arms, she stretched her toes and reached for his right ear and responded;
"I already am. Home."
The two continued in hold of reality; in hold of one another, and they could not want another more second not being like this.
The vision of their paths had transversed and everything else, slowly came to dark as the sun went down while together in a tiny, single moment which they could not manage but
Has clung onto. And to them the new night had just become bright though not black.
And the cold was just a gentle breeze, passing by. And their cloak of humanly warmth was what mattered.
Because both of them felt it.
And that tiny moment, without a doubt, had no sadness. Not such.
