we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
His dramatics enchant them like an infant being shown something new and exciting, blue eyes bright and face radiant as they chime a laugh in harmony. He is wholly unlike anyone they have ever known, isolated and paranoid as their family had been. A constant oppressive shadow that they had lived inside. Funny how they’ve lost the ability to be in the sun now, and yet they feel as if they’ve stepped out from the darkness for the first time in their life.
“No, it made sense,” they assure, though admittedly their curiosity is roused by the notion. Could everyone paint the same wave they see differently then? And what would it say of each person? Squeezing his hand back, Ophelia smiles beatifically. “I would love to. There is so much I’ve never done or seen. Sam took me to see the ocean, and now I want to do it all. Maybe I can paint the waves like you said - from memory.”
“No, it made sense,” they assure, though admittedly their curiosity is roused by the notion. Could everyone paint the same wave they see differently then? And what would it say of each person? Squeezing his hand back, Ophelia smiles beatifically. “I would love to. There is so much I’ve never done or seen. Sam took me to see the ocean, and now I want to do it all. Maybe I can paint the waves like you said - from memory.”
