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xi.THIS GRAVITY HURTS WHEN YOU KNOW THE TRUTH
( gallant—weight in gold )
The following Sunday morning came far too fast for me. I woke up with aching body and soreness on my neck, but it was all worth it to be greeted by the beautiful sight of you sleeping by my side. Though, I felt bad for you, knowing well that my weight had been pressed all night long on your body. I know that you would wake up with pins and needles on your arm, that was still secured around my waist.
It just seemed the most natural thing in the whole world for me to wake up on the couch with my head snuggled in the crook of your arm. It felt like a distinct dream in my head, tucked in the depths of my mind somewhere. The familiarity of being in the arms of you. And I somehow sensed it again, the feeling of nostalgia, of a home I never had.
I was being overwhelmed that it kept on gnawing on my skin and into my bones.
Only then that I noticed that the TV was turned off, it might've been your doing because I couldn't remember turning the TV off the night before. Taking the remote control from the coffee desk and trying not to move too much, not wanting to wake you up, I turned the TV on again. I remembered something quite faintly before I had fallen asleep. You has asked me about a movie, a Peter Pan movie, I guessed, and now curiosity had gotten the best of myself.
I searched up Hook and found the movie right away. It was an old movie, from the year of 1991 and starring amazing actors such as Robin Williams, Dustin Hoffman and the beautiful, Julia Roberts. It only piqued more interest into me that I didn't hesitate to press play.
Back into the security of your arm, I leaned closer onto your body and watched as the movie start. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, you stirred up and I turned to look up just in time to see you blinking slowly as you woke up.
"Good morning," I whispered when your bleary eyes met mine.
"Hey," you muzzily said, your voice still hoarse and croaky from sleep and it came out much huskier than it already was. "What are you watching?"
"Hook," I answered. "You mentioned it last night and I have it here. I thought I'd check it out."
You blanched as you stared at the screen, I furrowed my eyebrows but shrugged it off nonchalantly as I too went back to the TV screen. From my place, I could feel your eyes as they watched me more than the movie.
I glanced back to you, your hand had tightened around my waist. Then you reverted your gaze on the screen. Tinkerbell, played by a younger Julia Roberts, was perched on the statue of Peter Pan, her face sad, but also happy somewhat. Happy that she got to see Peter again. Sad that she had to say goodbye. Tinkerbell, stuck loving someone who was at once hers and not hers.
