a/n: this was supposed to be an entry to a workshop i was supposed to go to in summer. i wasn't able to finish it because i couldn't balance out my school time and writing this piece since the topic was "thinking of the children in literature" :D so i revamped it TOTALLY and i still hope you enjoy this :D :D :D
17. letters from the earth and sea
"How will we talk now?"
I look back and see my lover seated, her chest bare as she circles her fingers on the rumpled blanket. Her eyebrows are furrowed in obvious confusion and her eyes look at me, searching for an answer to the question left in the air. The silence grows and I make my way towards her before taking my place in front of her, my hands immediately finding their way towards her cheeks.
"We can always write letters to each other. It's not that hard," I tell her. Her sobs come, quiet and soft enough to fill the dim room with an unsettling atmosphere. I bring my face near to her and plant a kiss on her forehead, her tears flowing out of her eyes as she closes them. "We'll be alright. I'll write to you from the sea and you write to me from here, on land."
"But..." she trails off, unable to form the words that may shatter my resolve. I slowly wipe her tears with my thumb as they escape their eyes without any hint of stopping at any time soon. I rub her shoulders for good measure, giving her time to breathe.
She catches her breathing and calms down, wiping her tears "It won't be the same as talking like this," she says. "I won't be able to feel your lips on mine or your hands against my skin like this," she continues, bringing my hands up to her face and kissing them lightly. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with the most pained expression it could ever muster. "I won't be able to look at you straight in the eye and tell you that I love you."
My hands rest on her cheeks as I press my forehead against hers. I could not give a proper reply to her and she knows that well. She sobs once again as we make contact and I let her do so.
Even with our bodies close, we felt distant.
For the first time in our lives, we felt alone in each other's touch.
a/n: more to come soon :D thank you for reading! :D
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