we got that love, the crazy kind
I am his and he is mine
The little blonde angel is suddenly much less of an appealing specimen, her interjection both uninvited and unwelcome. At the end of the day it's not about the Phoebe of it, whether she's part of the picture or not: the issue is that Sunny moved on, forgot me and shacked up with some new little twit.On a better day, in a better time, perhaps I would have been reasonable. Maybe I could have been made to understand that he had to move on, that it is selfish for me to think he would hold out until my entirely improbable return. That years and years had apparently passed, even though to me it feels like an instant, even though the memory of his face is as keen as the knife that sliced my throat. If I hadn't just come back from the dead I might have been more sympathetic-
Right now, though, it is like trying to make sense of the voices of a thunderstorm, or a foreign language, or a dream. He's back on me, as I knew he would be, because he's a bull-headed idiot who can't leave things alone. There's steel in his eyes, but there's fire in mine: I glare up, defiant, challenging him to dare and push me, hoping that he does. Aggression is our love language, smoke signals cast through battle grounds.
Except usually our enemies are the rest of the world, not each other.
"Years?" I repeat blankly, and for a moment I do consider spitting at him, showing just how unimpressed I am with this excuse. Fuck your years, Sunny, an hour ago I was dead. I glance at the bizarrely friendly girl (it would be so much easier to hate you, if you weren't so damned nice) before turning my blazing eyes back on him. "Ek sou jou nie vergeet het nie, hoe lank ook al." I move to push him away again, my hands on his chest, clinging a little, daring him to prove he hasn't forgotten, that he knows me as well as he did before.
And if not, well... I've already died once. I can't imagine it will hurt as much, for a heart to break the second time.
Ek sou jou nie vergeet het nie, hoe lank ook al - I wouldn't have forgotten you, no matter how long.
LUSEA
