Change Your Mind

|Three

It hadn't been much of an argument, in the end

"The things you said, about fairy tales-about lies- I want you to explain what you meant"

He hadn't been pleased with her little rebellion and the Miran of before, all soft smiles and quiet sighs, had seemed lifetimes away

Instead, what had looked at her then was cold, hard, and barley emotive of anything other than mild annoyance

"you won't come then?"

She had shaken he head, 'no'

"You're my wife Reyyan, where else would you go?"

He had grabbed her arm then, unceremoniously and bordering unkindly, and had more or less dragged her along towards the road where a car stood waiting

"Miran, Brother, what the hell is going on?"

He hadn't been very forthcoming with him either

"Just drive, Firat, we don't have much time"

She confides in the warm water spewing from the showerhead now, lets the droplets dance over her skin, washing away everything from the day before, except the thoughts that gnaw still at her peace of mind

I'm nobody to you

Everything you experienced was a lie

But how could it all have been a lie?

The thought makes a nest in the middle of her ribcage, nestling far enough for it to hurt and to plague her heart with uncertainty

She thinks of him then, of her Miran, not whatever man had woken up in his place, of his kiss, of his touch--how could it all have been a lie?

"Don't be scared" he had told her, even at what she imagines had been the height of his passion

"I don't know what to do" it hadn't been much of a confession in any case, her inexperience was more than obvious, although it had settled heavily over their breathless bodies

He'd kissed her then, warmly and with an open mouth, the heat of his lips melting away any doubts that might have remained, urging her forward until she had made her way onto his lap. The friction she found there was like nothing else she'd ever known and she'd cried out, fingers weaving into his hair for balance, the only thing keeping her from flying off the edge that seemed each moment closer

"Feel" he had whispered, his words breathless on the shell of her ear 

"Just feel"

The ghost of his touch lingers still on her skin, scalding her despite the cooling drip of the shower.

She retreats from her thoughts eventually, hair heavy with moisture and smelling of whatever shampoo had been set out for her in the shower

She's just grabbed the towel from the counter when the door swings open and he appears in the threshold, nearly colliding with her dripping form, close enough for her to feel the heat that radiates off his body

"Reyyan" he gasps