Colleen & Simon
Aug 11, 2018 9:19:34 GMT -8
Post by Kimi on Aug 11, 2018 9:19:34 GMT -8
RAGE.
Colleen sat up in bed as the emotion tore through her head like a white hot bullet. Only practice kept her from shouting out. She could hear the soft Spring rain of Dublin drumming against the window in the darkness.
HATE. Someone below them in the building was ANGRY. She clinched her jaw at the agonizing pain in her head and tried to control her breathing, but she slowly felt her own body accepting the rage and making her angry. She couldn't block it out. Then she felt a gentle hand touch her shoulder.
Simon.
"Come here," he whispered.
He gently pulled her down next to him and wrapped his arms around her. Her head was against his chest and she could hear his heart beating.
"Control your breathing. Focus on me. Focus on my feelings," he said gently.
She focused on him. The white-hot pain of rage was slowly replaced by the warm glow of his feelings for her. She felt her own love for him resonate in harmony as the rage dissipated. Her body relaxed and she felt the echos of their feelings for each other bouncing between them, building on each other.
She leaned up and kissed him.
A few months later...
ANGUISH.
It rang like out of tune church bells in her mind. Someone's heart was breaking on the floor above the flat. Colleen opened her eyes and saw that she could see her own breath in the cold room. The snow against the window was piled higher then it had been the night before.
SORROW. It hit her in another wave and her hand instinctively reached out to the bed next to her. It was empty.
She felt her own sorrow well up and build upon the grief that had woken her. Why did she still reach for him after all these months? Tears welled up in her eyes and she could feel the sorrow echoing through her body start to radiate out. On the floor below, a child started to wail.
No. That wasn't fair.
Her other hand reached out to the bed stand and grabbed the bottle that was now a permanent fixture there. It was plastic and the whiskey was cheap, but it would do the trick. She took a long swig.
Good thing she hadn't eaten in a while. This wouldn't take long.
Colleen sat up in bed as the emotion tore through her head like a white hot bullet. Only practice kept her from shouting out. She could hear the soft Spring rain of Dublin drumming against the window in the darkness.
HATE. Someone below them in the building was ANGRY. She clinched her jaw at the agonizing pain in her head and tried to control her breathing, but she slowly felt her own body accepting the rage and making her angry. She couldn't block it out. Then she felt a gentle hand touch her shoulder.
Simon.
"Come here," he whispered.
He gently pulled her down next to him and wrapped his arms around her. Her head was against his chest and she could hear his heart beating.
"Control your breathing. Focus on me. Focus on my feelings," he said gently.
She focused on him. The white-hot pain of rage was slowly replaced by the warm glow of his feelings for her. She felt her own love for him resonate in harmony as the rage dissipated. Her body relaxed and she felt the echos of their feelings for each other bouncing between them, building on each other.
She leaned up and kissed him.
A few months later...
ANGUISH.
It rang like out of tune church bells in her mind. Someone's heart was breaking on the floor above the flat. Colleen opened her eyes and saw that she could see her own breath in the cold room. The snow against the window was piled higher then it had been the night before.
SORROW. It hit her in another wave and her hand instinctively reached out to the bed next to her. It was empty.
She felt her own sorrow well up and build upon the grief that had woken her. Why did she still reach for him after all these months? Tears welled up in her eyes and she could feel the sorrow echoing through her body start to radiate out. On the floor below, a child started to wail.
No. That wasn't fair.
Her other hand reached out to the bed stand and grabbed the bottle that was now a permanent fixture there. It was plastic and the whiskey was cheap, but it would do the trick. She took a long swig.
Good thing she hadn't eaten in a while. This wouldn't take long.