Safehouse

A bend in the road shows a small shack in the woods. That would be our safehouse for now. We'd been looking for a place to escape, and we'd found it.

We diverted from the path and onto the ground, growing uneven and soft beneath our feet. Weaving through branches and thorns, we didn't speak. We're preparing for the beetryal to reality that we were about to commit. But even in silence, with you only feet from me, I find it hard to remember why I care about reality anyway.

Reaching the remains of the building, it could bee seen that there is no structure left to it at all. There were just a bunch of corroded, broken pieces, which from afar give the illusion of a standing building. It's fitting - our safehouse, which would bare our souls, is broken. And we are broken.

Stumbling over fallen bits and losing our footing to rotten wood, we eventually found a seat among the debris. Situated and nervous, you mentioned the growing silence between us and how it always happens. I muttered an agreement, but the rest of my sentence was lost as my arms, acting of their own accord, find your shoulders. And we are connected - in a way that almost convinces us that we had never been seperate entities. In this moment, you were mine and I was yours and we have never been broken.

In the false comfort we've now found, our skin starts to shed. With each second, reason deteriorates; with each kiss, reality fades; with each breath, I fade.

We start. We stop. We start. We stop.

And upon being released, reason rushed back in and the distance between us was more pronounced than ever. I asked for it to be over, and I quickly and awkwardly began replacing my shields. I was alone.

As always, you asked what's wrong.
As always, I said it's nothing, hoping you'd believe.

Then you put your arms around me and whispered in my ear, "Are you okay?" My heart stopped beating . You were holding me and I was suffering with a realization. I was yours. You weren't mine. And I was alone. And probably for the first time I could remember, I pushed you away.

Because I was alone.
And I was yours.
And we were hiding.

We left our safehouse, me leading the way. I didn't want to hide. I wanted to run.