𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒖𝒗𝒆𝒍

act. i || scene i

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“to the moon and back...”

It came to him as a hushed tone of affection and farewell.
In the feathery floating of his momentary euphoria on
His bed, wide was his eyes awake.
Chest heavy, pulse amplifying around his hearing,
As the harmony of her voice danced around
In his head.
And the image of her free-willing self, body free-falling,
Flashed before his eyes.

In the confines of all things the same,
He saw the one that made it all different for him.

He liked the change, he liked the new
Air of endearment.
He took a step, another a hop, towards the fall,
“Found these in my locker…”
A small, green envelope was handed to him.

With bright, doe eyes looking up to him,
And a delicate, soft hand tugging on his,
“Come,”
They went to find trouble in their paradise.

Against the division of the one
Separating the good and the bad,
Leant the anticipation of another sweet talk
The halfmeants and lies was to be revealed yet again.

But never came the finality,

“For you…”

And another red envelope was given.