karires
Rules. They are set into place in the largest, busiest part of our lives so that we remember never to step out of line. And they say some of these rules are meant to be broken. But there are repercussions to everything.
Autumn sat on the steps of the library, with the crisp ocher leaves twirling in graceful swirls around her. The book rested on her lap as she watched the world around her, and in that moment, with the cool wind playing with the tips of her hair, she was content.
His emotions sheared her flesh raw, like angry tires screeching against asphalt. She didn't know how to leave. She desperately wanted to stay.
The rain was heavy against the windshield, falling like a curtain of bullets onto glass. She was nervous, the hairs on her arms standing on end. She couldn't see anything in front of her, but she prayed she made it home in one piece.
There was you, and there was I, melding into complete unity. Our jagged edges fixed just so against each other, forming perfect shapes, indelibly us.
There was a silence that persisted in between them, an emptiness of thought instilled with a maelstrom of emotion neither of them knew how to convey. A profound sense of completion that filled their crevices into a swelling tide that rushed over them entirely, wholly bathed in something new in style, ancient in tradition.