Prompts

('19) PROMPT: SWING

"Bye!" Roselyn waves as the small group enters the car. Tayte sits down on the porch swing behind them. Roselyn waits until she can't see the car anymore to join him. Gently he rocks them forward and back, making a steady rhythm. "Do you think Jason will be alright?" Roselyn asks, worry lacing her words. "It's just practice, he'll be fine," Tayte replies, an almost snarky tone slipping past his guard. "You're right," Roselyn sighs as she relaxes her muscles and looks up at the sky with a small smile. When she glances back at Tayte her smile falters. "What's wrong?" Roselyn asks, easily noticing his droopy, almost defeated, slouch. "Just tired," Tayte lies, giving her a small forced smile as coverup. "Oh, alright," Roselyn says, believing the almost clear lie. She's too caught up in her own worries and thoughts to pick out all the clues easily proving the last second lie wrong. Really it's all easy to see, Tayte has never been good at hiding his emotions. He's fallen hard for her, tripped right over his own two feet. Yet it just feels like a continuous fall, every day he falls deeper and deeper but can't seem to hit the bottom. Countless nights he sits on the front porch swing just to ease his burning thoughts. Now that she's here as well it does nothing to help. He's oh so tired of falling, it's exhausting. Helplessly Tayte rests his head on Roselyn's shoulder. She doesn't move away or say anything, just quietly allows it. Closing his eyes he lets out a deep breath. Every part of him takes in the moment, enjoying anything and everything of it. It relaxes his running thoughts and slightly slows his fall. The rhythm of the swinging and the comfort of the contact is enough to melt him. A nice moment he's sure to cherish until his very last day.