134. The ways of love.

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The silence is heavy and uncomfortable.
A bright flash before loud rumbling that lightly shakes the ground, but leaves me unfazed.

'W-what is this?'

His trembling voice makes me look down in shame.
My future. Or our future if he decides to stay.

'The rest of my life.'

The answer is unclear, but I know he understands what it is.
'We're- you're-'

Dreadful and pain full silence.

'You're pregnant.'

The clumsy, most viciously beautiful words and ways of the world that we live and breath upon.

Unspoken love.
Or passionate hatred.

For all that it's worth it'll be imaginable, and warm with mirth that flows beneath the surface and trees.
Maybe that's how it'll be. Maybe.

'I'm afraid so.'

Thunder claps.



'You're pregnant.'

He breaths out this time, after having been holding it in.
The sound of realization coating the two words.

'I'm sorry.'




He stands up and walks off of the porch, letting the rain fall upon him.
The water soon soaks his shirt and ripples through his clothes.

Painfully beautiful.

He cover his face with his hands as he tilts his head back.
Silence covered in rain.

His hands drop to his sides as he turns to me, a hit of fear slamming into me.
Is it the end, or only the beginning?

His eyes meet mine and he extends his hand.
I rise to my feet.

I want to ask what's on his mind. I want to ask a million questions.
Though his eyes say Don't, just let it happen

My first step unsure,
The second heavy,
The third unstable.

Every step covering me in rain, the pattern on my skin amusing as it pulls the attention of my thoughts.
I extend my hand to reach for his, and then...


















The softest most beautiful and heartwarming smile dances on his tanned face, shining in his eyes.
Our worlds collide, and glorious triumph fills my soul.



The overflown bridge of catastrophe.
The overdosed mix of misery.

Is it the mind that it writhes within, or is it the body that it holds throughout. Possibilities never change.

The cascade of foreign abilities and dreams.
The conversation of the loving and overbearing.

It will escalate into a mix of beauty, pleasure, and pain.

The extraordinary ways of love.

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