❝ WHEN I WAS LITTLE I WOULD LAY THERE ON THE FLOOR AN’ JUS’ TALK TO HIM. NOW I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I WAS SAYIN’, ❞ a brief laugh, soon silenced by the ghosts of a haunting of memory ❝ BUT…❞ a tight pressing of the lips, brown eyes travelling to the ceiling in an effort to outrun the flood building behind them. ❝ I REMEMBER JUS’ ASKIN’ HIM /WHY/? WHY DID /I/ HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO SUFFER LIKE THIS? ❞ she looks down and it catches up to her, but the fear of letting it do so is not present. in the warmth of his presence she knows no shame. only the comfort of his embrace. ❝ FOR THE LONGEST TIME I THOUGHT HE HATED ME, AN’ I HATED HIM BACK. I THOUGHT NOTHIN’ GOOD WAS GON’ COME TO ME. ❞ her eyes return to his with a sudden and newfound light. ❝ BUT THEN YOU DID… ALL NICE AN’ SWEET.. WITH ALL THIS LOVE. ❞ her hands find a home upon his face, gentle, as her thumb traces his cheek and fingers run through his dark hair as if it had been done a thousand times. it is an action of knowing that is instinctive, a feeling that could not be expressed in words but the look she is giving him now.
❝ BLESSINGS COME AT THE DARKEST TIMES. I WANNA HOLD ON TO THEIR LIGHT FOREVER… I DON’T EVER WANT TO LOSE YOU AGAIN, MIGUEL. ❞