Inkvite - My Collaborations

Baggage

Note: Originally written on Inkvite by 'Cherryblossemgeisha', 'Röšëÿ' & 'undormant'.

He was there.

She didn't have to look.

The strong arms encircling her waist was proof enough.

His head rested on her shoulder, peering out of the window that revealed nothing but shadows of the forest. She took deep breaths, savoring the close proximity of him being near.

She never dreamt it could be like this. She felt so lucky to have him, so handsome, so caring, so strong.

But there were things about him. Things that were unexplainable that she could t change. His past was unchangeable and so was hers.

There were secrets hiding behind his sweltering eyes and lingering kisses. What were they?

Part of her didn't want to know. Some things were better left unsaid. Some sleeping dogs were better off being left to slumber.

And so they slept.

She turned around in his arms, looking up into the abyss of his eyes that seemed to swirl with the sky. His smile enhanced his features and it warmed her.

"Tell me about your family." It was a simple question that she had wanted to know.

"What do you want to know?" He took her hand in his and placed a gentle kiss within her palm, causing her to catch her breath.

"What were your parents like?"

He didn't answer right away.

She knew it was a tough subject, and the outcome was inevitable, but she pushed anyways.

"I didn't have any parents. I lived with my grandfather, in a country home."

There was a smile forming on his lips, but also a sliver of sorrow.

She kissed it away.

"My father was a selfish self absorbed hoarder, a sociopath with boarder line Asperger's syndrome" she said, "my mother was a violent infantile with a serious mental health problem and a fixation on the supernatural."

He stood, immobile, blinking with his eyebrows concentrated.

He just held her while she shook. He knew that was a big confession, and he would do anything to at all to dull the pain.

"You are truly an inspiration. And people should love you for who you are."

"I've never told anyone that" she said, "it's so hard to trust, so hard to love, so easy to hate... When you have nothing but sad stories, nothing but unhappy memories, how can you let down your guard and be honest?"

He knew it wasn't really a question.

He kissed the top of her head, interlacing their fingers together. "You know you can trust me."

She smiled at him through the darkness. "I know I can. I'm glad."

As they lay in the darkness she knew she'd said too much, there was a line between the white lies, the loss of innocence, the truth & the contents of ones head.

Shunning family & fooling new friends had become easy, but hiding the withering inside from a lover eluded her.

She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Hiding secrets was hard. She left a small, gentle kiss on his lips before walking out of his arms, turning to face him. "I have something I need to tell you."

"I love you," she said and he smiled and said the same in return.
It felt like enough.
She felt like there would be down days, but today it felt like enough.