AISHA
all the skeletons you hide
show me yours and i'll show you mine
show me yours and i'll show you mine
She didn't want his apology, he had nothing to apologize for. His words would not cut as deep as the pain from losing his family. This was his grief to bear and express how he may, Aisha could only be there to take it. She shook her head, watching as he took a step towards her, timid or weak or something in between.
Instinctively, the girl steps forward too, but hesitates. They are closer now, but still she's unsure of what he wants, of what he needs. She never was good with these things, with opening up and being vulnerable, sharing the sorrow to ease the pain. But she would try, for him.
It is not the man she knows that she sees, but perhaps the boy he once was. So fragile, teetering on the verge of shattering. She won't let him, never, and so breaks the static between them. She closes the distance, and gently touches his forearm, a test, to see if he would accept her touch.
Instinctively, the girl steps forward too, but hesitates. They are closer now, but still she's unsure of what he wants, of what he needs. She never was good with these things, with opening up and being vulnerable, sharing the sorrow to ease the pain. But she would try, for him.
It is not the man she knows that she sees, but perhaps the boy he once was. So fragile, teetering on the verge of shattering. She won't let him, never, and so breaks the static between them. She closes the distance, and gently touches his forearm, a test, to see if he would accept her touch.
all the bad dreams that you hide
show me yours
show me yours
