To Express Happiness || Fayne ✔✔

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Two days later.

For the first time, Aaron is up earlier than Irina. He rubs his eyes, and then his glasses  and wears it. He gives a quick glance at the watch, and then starts to poke Irina. When Irina doesn't respond, he shakes her hand and keeps shaking it until she groans. She wakes up and with sleepy eyes, smiles at Aaron, and he smiles back.

''Morning, babe'', Aaron says, smiling back as he pinches a whisk of Irina's hair and pulls it back.

'' Morning to you too, babe''. 

They give each other a long hug, and after that, Aaron tells her that they have to start packing for the flight home. Irina nods and her feet is on the ground in no time. She pulls up her pajamas, straightens her t-shirt and pushes a headband into  her hair, just as she grabs a towel and one of the ironed dress from the closet, going to the bathroom afterwards. 

Aaron yawns and smiles, and then, when Irina is not near, pulls out the notebook from under the bed. He opens the pages he wrote, yesterday and the day before yesterday, as he turns on the lamp near him and adjusts his spectacles to start reading. 

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Two days earlier...

Date:  6th September, 2018.

Weather (outside): Humid. Likely to rain.

Weather (inside) : Already raining.

Hello Aaron,

This is me, Aaron. Writing to myself for the first, and probably, the last time.

Well, I have changed. Changed a lot. I am  happy because you have changed, and the only thing that you needed to change was happiness itself. Happiness once was a boy of 17, all locked up in the room, talking to himself, poisoning himself . Happiness now is a 16 year old girl, who can store your entire life in her eyes. Her blink is one lifetime gone by. However, this happiness shreds tears of sorrow from her eyes today.

I enter the room, carrying her broken body. She doesn't need my help to lay on the bed. She walks, then crashes into the bed, and cries. I just stand there, watch her cry. The crying doesn't go silent, and as she wails, she clenches the bedsheet firmly. So, I sit beside her , and suddenly my hand sits on her straight hair, and it bounces. I place my hand  into her hair gaps , and spread my fingers as they run down her head.  I am there sitting at the headboard, brushing my hand through the most elegant hair in the entire world. She sniffs, stops crying, and sits beside me, hugging my arm. Electric currents flow through my nerves. The same hair, the same head is centimeters away from my nose, and so I let it flow. I let the tip of my nose touch her head, and after a minute, it's fully into her hair. Any other woman would slap the life out of me for doing this, but she sits there, as if she actually wanted it, but Aaron needed it.

I get up and dim the light, my heart pounding with guilty excitement. Something tells me to lock the door, and so I do. I head to the bed, and in a wink, pull up her dripping chin, and  touch my forehead with hers. I open my arms, and grab hers and rub them softly, applying the law of physics: you rub a surface, the energy transfers to your body. I want to take the burden, the 'black energy' off her body. However, the friction generates 'static electricity' on my arms instead, and I have goosebumps that last for minutes. My thumbs walks on her lips like a red-carpet walk. Everything that brushes my finger patterns is magic, like exploring an ancient rune. More tears drip from her eyes and on her lips, and then it reminds me of the old man applying water when moulding the clay into pottery. I feel the perfections on her lip; the chapped lines, the color just too attractive, and the breath she breathes through it, and I make them my imperfections. My hands slip from her face to her  shoulders, and I don't go down. I feel her heartbeat; rapid, but remorseful. Then my hands drive to her neck, where she swallows as she lets her tears flow. Something tugs my lips to land on it, but I resist. My hands slide to her arms again, and this time I hold her arm right between my palms, feeling her slender skin, but so thick it was. Something shouts inside me, '' Irina...please...break these walls...let me in''. I realize that everything I touch is nothing but the thick prison bars with the sign 'Restricted use'. However, I don't stop. My fingers now spread and crawl onto her face, and they make wild caressing patterns. The unscathed patterns are so clearly visible, and I caress it like moulding the clay. My nose touches hers as I breathe her in, and then it kisses her closed eyelids. I feel that pull again, something pulling up my soul , then feel the pull shift to her. 

There were two bodies in the room, but only one in the dark.

I rest for a while, my heart skipping beats and making me feeble. She gets up without saying a word, and takes the  towel and goes to the shower , sniffing. After a while, she turns on the shower, and the water drops the loudest in the quiet room. I get up from the bed, and press my ears to the door, listen to it and think: the water drops reach places that I can't reach. Blood streams rapidly and his nose tickles of all the touch. It feels deeply of her, as if  her whole weight was on him; as if the soul of the one body in the dark split into two.

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''Aaron? What are you reading??''. Irina exits the bathroom, drying her damp hair with the towel. 

Aaron closes the notebook and slips it under the blanket as he smiles, which makes Irina roll her eyes.

''Nothing, babe. Let's head for breakfast. I'm starving.''