Saving our souls (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eight- Rainbows.

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Chapter Eight- Rainbows.

Her breaths deepened as she calmed her racing heartbeat. The delicate hand unsteadily crept to grasp mine for reassurance. Once Robyn managed to, she finally hauled us into a sitting position, probably subconsciously angling her curled body closer to mine. It was surreal like I wasn’t the only one who felt excitement rippling through my veins at a somewhat unnerving pull we had towards each other.

I, focusing my eyes on Robyn, felt her complete presence.  It’s a surreal experience to describe- We were bronze alone, but gold together. As though the wave could become a tsunami, or the weather become stormy and I wouldn’t have moved. I sat so still; mesmerised.  My heartbeat hastened; blood now flowing for a reason and purpose, Robyn.

Sounding soppy and like a cheesy ‘queerio’, but it was like somebody had squirted bleach over me cleansing my senses and actions- They were all for Robyn and they mirrored hers, we seemed in harmony.

Pulsing, violet electricity; wracking through my veins, with a hope. A feeling of elation, which to me was a feeling enough to make me lightheaded, a feeling of love. Not just for Robyn although it might have seemed momentarily all consuming love, but of everything, for once of my life. My best friends were my new family, I had lived the life and tasted the wine of delight in just a few short weeks, it seemed surreal to me that I still had so much more to learn taste and experience; the wine of my life simply couldn’t get any sweeter at this moment in time.

Her severe gaze steadily trained on mine as my own raked her face, understanding her. She is beautiful.

Silence was always fulfilling, the bold sea just a rushing peace. It was as though the whirring thoughts painted their feelings across her face. Her bright eyes momentarily made dull from distress, glazed slightly and a faint, distant smile turned the corner of her lips- The picture of reminiscing. 

I read her every expression, like reading a book about philosophy; Trying to work her out. Sometimes pride welled in my stomach as I could sense her remorse and other times she was every difficult decimal, or the unknown x in an absurdly hard algebra equation. My glassy orbs counted her freckles and numbered her voluptuous eyelashes shading her eyes which were encrusted with a thousand secrets. I wanted to understand her, I was an eager clever student of her natures, ready for pain if I could lessen her burden in any way possible I felt it my duty to protect her. She seemed so much more delicate and quiet now, not a fiery passionate ruby-red-head But an emotionally drained girl at her wits end, thin and frail underneath her tone denim shorts and baggy nirvana t-shirt, as though the only sturdy thing about her at this moment was her heavy boots.

Then her next words broke the simple silence, her next words though not quite her own, startled me.

“be careful in your dress if you must but keep a tidy soul” she said solemnly her eyes downcast tugging at her undone laces .Referring to her battered copy of Twain’s classic that I hadn’t noticed she had dropped quietly in the sand.

The Mark Twain quote rung from her lips with her sensuous voice and melancholy, sincere tone adding even more of ironic depth to its meaning. It struck a heavy chord, clearly addling its way deep into my thoughts as I realised; they held every ounce of truth and relevance especially to me and my current situation.