Mind's Deep Corners

one

"great, i'm late, she's probably asleep by now, dammit!"

it's around 12, the middle of the night, and i am going to injure my knee if i skate this hard all the way down to my so-called beloved's house.

wait, my mind is making it sound as though i am not excited. but i am excited to see her, right? why would i think that? do i feel that? i am getting off track.

oh one more house and... i made it! i open her gate as quiet as i can, luckily her house has only been recently made hence not having a noisy gate. i be sure to close it incase the wind slams it behind me, man that would suck. i take a moment to breathe... my "happy pills" are slightly waring off. gently placing my skateboard up against the wall, below my future wife's window. wow am i really that gross? honestly, Ivy, what're you doing?-

"are you okay?" she startles me, poking her head out of the window. "or are you just lost in one of your rooms again?" she chuckles, making me feel small. "let me guess, Room No. 888?"

i lower my shoulders and look down. "labelling them as numbered rooms is my way of expressing and explaining to you both my mind and emotions. that is something personal and vulnerable of me to share with you. do not use it against me." i clutch the daisy in my hand, regretting ever sneaking out just to give it to her. i look up and her face falls, just as my heart sinks in guilt of overreacting.

"oh, Ivy, i didn't mean it like that. i am so sorry," she smiles at me softly and points to my hand. "i see you've brought me my daily flower, a daisy flower this time. your most favourite." when she looks at me i cannot feel my body. it cannot function properly.

i giggle "yes, i did indeed. i am so sorry i could not get it to you this morning, Eva. i had been so busy and so exhausted... please forgive me." i hand the daisy to her "i made it my mission tonight to sneak out and deliver it to you."

"oh my, you are too kind. can you come in?" Eva pouts at me, i really shouldn't. i just can't resist, i would love nothing more. she willingly helps me up into her window, clearly stronger than me.

i look around, this is only my second time visiting her bedroom. it's filled with nothing but the dozens of flowers, big and small, that i have gifted to her. space maps and posters all over her walls. books covering all of her available shelves. crafts and what-not. she has one of the most creative souls i have ever met. all of her drawings and paintings stuck to the wall in obviously random places, the room just screams her own mind. i think that was her main intention. but i don't think she realises that no matter what she does, she always expresses herself in the wildest, purest ways there could be. i don't know how she does it-

"Ivy!"
"huh?"
"where did you go, again, this time?"
"your world."
"my world?"
"yes."
"my world."
"yes, your world. that's what i said, why are you repeating it."
"what is my world to you?"
"i dunno, i'll just write a book about it and give it to you by this Saturday."
"what? just like that, so easily?"
"yes, why?"
"Ivy, you are so complicated."
"Eva, you are so wonderfully skilled at giving compliments."
"oh thank you!"
"i was joking."
"i know, i am not dumb."
"stop death staring me."
"i'm not."
"you just rolled your eyes at me!"
"no, i did not."
"yes, you did."
"no."
"yes."
"no."
"yes."
"yes!"
"no-wait what? honestly, so frustrating."
"Ivy."
"what!"
"thank you."
"for what?"
"the flower."
"you're welcome."

we stand there. looking at each other. what is with us? i think it's time for me to go. i would like to kiss her hand, they smell nice. really nice. but i don't think i should, would it be weird? i'm new at this. "alright, dream safe Eva." i try to make an exit for the window, but Eva moves in my way with purpose.

"what? you're going? just like that?" she looks mad, she does not understand. sometimes she does, other times she does not. "say something."

"hello." why would i say that? she is going to be even more pissed Ivy, you idiot.

"wha-really?"
"i am sorry."
"Ivy i want you to kiss me."
"okay."
"no, stop."
"but you said-"
"but you don't seem excited."
"i am bursting with happiness."
"you're being sarcastic."
"no i am serious."

i look at her blankly, oh, my dear Eva looks sad. i'm so rude. maybe i should hug her? it might be awkward. i hug her.

"Ivy, why are you hugging me like that." she is standing upright, i am bending down in an awkward position, hugging her shoulder.

"well, i don't know how to hug people. you looked sad." looking at me with a pitiful smile, her shoulders drop.

"you look very tired, my love. maybe you should go. i appreciate your attempt at hugging me. it was kind and gentle of you." she lets out a light sigh-not a bad one, i think.

"okay, Eva." i let myself slip out of the window. as i have grabbed my skateboard and head towards the gate she whisper-shouts at me "don't forget to breathe at least every twenty seconds, okay?"

"thank you." i smile at her. what an interesting human.

Eva's p.o.v

she walks out the gate, already lost in her own world again. a world i wish to visit. what is going on inside of it? a good thing, though, is that she is willing to tell me all about it. just me.

• • • • •

this was a random thought that had hit me while skating down a certain road, daisy is, in fact, my favourite flower. i also categorise my mind in differently numbered rooms to help a certain someone understand both it and me.

have a nice day/night :).