Jude
and I'm sick of waiting patiently
Part of him will shrivel up and die with embarrassment and regret when it's capable of thinking again, guilty over having forced her into an impromptu position of support. Right now, he can only cling to the hand that seems to suddenly appear in his own and try to keep eye contact with her. For some reason, all he can think is her eyes are brown. They're not grey. Thank the gods.
It makes it easier to stare unblinking back into her eyes, and to begin slowly breathing alongside the direction she gives. The door at his back is the only thing keeping him standing. So when his heart begins to slow and the panic begins to recede, he slowly slides down it to sit, knees loosely askew and hand still holding onto hers regardless of how it forces her down onto his level.
"I don't know what to do now," is the first thing his thick, numb tongue manages to say. All the other thoughts, phrases, questions - they buzz in his head like a swarm of bees, fighting to make their way out but failing with how the drone of all the others drowns them out.
It makes it easier to stare unblinking back into her eyes, and to begin slowly breathing alongside the direction she gives. The door at his back is the only thing keeping him standing. So when his heart begins to slow and the panic begins to recede, he slowly slides down it to sit, knees loosely askew and hand still holding onto hers regardless of how it forces her down onto his level.
"I don't know what to do now," is the first thing his thick, numb tongue manages to say. All the other thoughts, phrases, questions - they buzz in his head like a swarm of bees, fighting to make their way out but failing with how the drone of all the others drowns them out.
for someone that won't ever arrive
