to the ::edge:: of all we've ever known

[Raseri]

she shows me everything she used to know
picture frames and country roads
when the days were long
and the world was small

”I don’t think I’ve ever seen a… guitar,” Rose said, and the word hung on her tongue as if she didn’t want to let it go.

I chuckled at her—not in a bad way—because her ignorance surprised me sometimes. At some times, it was easy to tell she’d seen things meant for someone way beyond her years—like her situation at home had forced her to grow up too fast. But then there were times like these—like when she told me she’d never seen a guitar before, and when she said she’d never had pancakes, and the look on her face by the pond that morning, as if she’d never seen the sun rise—that I remembered how sheltered she must have been growing up, how many little things she had never known.

I felt Rose’s soft lips brush softly against each of my fingers as I curled them firmly around the neck of the guitar, forming a C-chord. Even though I knew she wouldn’t laugh if I messed up, a small, nervous part of me still fed the butterflies in my stomach. I’d never played any song in front of anyone, let alone an original song in front of the girl I loved. It was no secret that I was no singer, and poetry had never been my strong point. The fingers on my right hand tapped out a light rhythm against the guitar’s body, and I forced myself to start the song before I could chicken out of it. A deep breath. One more glance at Rose, and I did my best not to sing out of tune.

‘I draw power and strength each time
That I think of your smile,
Nothing but silence for a little while,
Then my mind goes numb and I go numb,
Sleepless thoughts consume me and
I’m trapped behind thinking of nothing but you…’

As I sang the first few lines, my voice faltered slightly. But soon, the soft strumming of the guitar matched up with the beating of my heart, and it was like the world had frozen for the moment, and nothing mattered but Rose, the music, and I--even the pregnancy had been momentarily put aside. My voice became clearer and less shaky as I continued, and the mockingjays struck up an echo to each note until the entire forest seemed to hum with a sort of raw harmony. Every line was like another round of the game we had been playing; I meant everything I said. It was the first song I’d ever written by myself, and boy had it been hard. But in the end, the lyrics I’d put on the paper had felt right.

‘...And I am so confused
Tell me, what should I do?
There’s still one thing that remains true:
I owe a million songs to you.’

I repeated the four main chords to end the song, and when my thumb brushed the strings one last time, the final chord seemed to ring in the air and linger a bit before floating away with the others. Looking up from my guitar to meet Rose's perfect eyes, I wait for a verdict.

she stood by as it fell apart
separate rooms and broken hearts
but I won't be the one
to let you go

{song is an original so please do not steal because that's illegal (Not you, MJ, I mean the other people)}

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Two shadows standing by the bedroom door
No, I could not want you more
Than I did right then
As our heads leaned in

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As Trey struck the strings, the guitar let out a beautiful sound. But then his voice followed, and the guitar faded into the other forest sounds. It sounded natural. The sound felt right in the scenery, but Trey's voice stuck out. His voice made my heart speed faster than it ever had before. My chest began to burn, my heart pulsating too quickly to be blocked by the muscle and skin. My hand moved to my chest. Blush arose on my cheeks as I found that the uncertainty in his voice was because it was something he wrote.

‘I draw power and strength each time
That I think of your smile,
Nothing but silence for a little while,
Then my mind goes numb and I go numb,
Sleepless thoughts consume me and
I’m trapped behind thinking of nothing but you…[/center]

My breath caught in my throat. He was so breathtakingly beautiful, his voice like silk. The mockingjays joined him, and the tree swayed beneath us. He wrote that song for me. I was the one he was thinking about constantly, I was the one that gave him strength. I knew that Trey loved me, but more that not, I was convinced I loved him more. But now, I wasn't totally sure. I knew that my heart beat for him, I knew that my love for him was the strongest part of me. But that words he sang that met my ears made me fall for him even more, and I realized he was head over heels for me too. It was the best feeling in the world. Being loved was something I'd only felt from my mother, and feeling it this way was the most fantastic, mind blowing thing I'd ever experienced. It felt better than the first time our lips met, the first time he told me he loved me. The feeling of my heart beating wildly in my chest, beating just for him, made me want to live in the moment forever. Knowing he felt for me a word beyond love, made my insides melt. And as his voice grew more certain, each tone perfectly harmonic with the forest, my body felt completely filled with nothing but him.

‘...And I am so confused
Tell me, what should I do?
There’s still one thing that remains true:
I owe a million songs to you.’[/center]

He struck his guitar a few more times before his eyes met mine. Tears fell from my eyes uncontrolled, the love in me too strong for my frail frame to contain. I smiled, trying to wipe the tears from my cheeks, but they kept coming, replacing the ones I wiped away in an endless cycle. It felt like my whole body was coming to life again, and I hadn't even known I was dead. I was almost positive my eyes turned a lighter blue, and my smile widened. Trey watched me, trying to make sense of what was happening. The realization of just how much he loved me, enough to go through everything with me, was unfathomable. It was electrifying, instilling a life in me more alive than the baby under the skin on my stomach. I ran my hands through my hair, an embarrassed chuckle escaping me. I turned away from Trey for a moment, not wanting him to see me cry again. But it felt too empty to not feel the love in his gaze. I turned around, not waiting until I was completely turned to put my hand at the back of his neck and pull his lips into mine.

As if feeling the love behind the beauty of the song was enough, the love radiating from Trey's lips was almost too much to handle. My fingers fumbled through his hair, and my lips moved with his. I don't know why I ever doubted he loved me. Maybe it was because of the control he had over me. Without him, I would completely fall apart. No one had ever had that over me before. And it had been enough to scare me silly. He could have left completely unaffected, but I knew if he left, I'd be done for. Now though, I knew we both had each other in the same trap, but it didn't feel like a trap. It felt like there were invisible chords holding us to each other. I pulled away first. Taking his hand, I moved it around my shoulders, closing the space between our hips on the branch and wrapping my arms around his waist. It was kind of an awkward position for him, trying to keep a hold on me and his guitar, but I let myself be selfish for a moment, embracing the warmth that moved from his heart to mine.

My arms moved away from his waist. I took his guitar and put it in my lap. It felt awkward in my hands, and I looked to Trey for help. If his teaching me how to play guitar was anything like him teaching me to make pancakes, then I was all for it. "Trey? Will you teach me?"[/b] I said, batting my lashes at him.[/size]

Hold my breath as we're moving in
Taste your lips and feel your skin
When the time comes
Baby don't run
Just Kiss me
Slowly.

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she shows me everything she used to know
picture frames and country roads
when the days were long
and the world
was small

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Hot tears fell in waterfalls from Rose's shining blue eyes as soon the last vibrations of the final chord had faded from the air, and for a moment, my mouth curled downwards into a confused frown. Why was she crying? Had she taken the lyrics the wrong way, or interpreted something wrong? Maybe I should have worded it differently or something. But then she chuckled, gently combing her hair with delicate hands (to me, it was almost like watching something in slow-motion), and I could have slapped myself as I realized, she was smiling. The song was making her cry in a good way. Maybe I'm not such a terrible song writer after all, I thought as her arm snaked around my neck and brought our lips together.

Time slowed down again--that seemed to happen a lot when I was around Rose. Or maybe it wasn't time that was slowing down; rather, the entire world went at a slower pace just for us, just so that we could enjoy the moments like these for as long as the universe allowed us to. Either way, it made everything around us decelerate into a blur, fading into nothing but a subliminal background of color, merely a soft accompaniment to the perfect, significant symphony that was our kiss. In that moment, nothing mattered but the soft brush of lips on parted lips, the taste of her skin, her hands in my hair, and the love of Trey and Rose.

The feeling lingered even when she pulled away, an electric buzz that tickled my mouth so much that I almost wiped it away on impulse with the heel of my hand. But I didn't; I let it stay until it faded away like the music had, and then I wrapped my arm around Rose's shoulders, letting her scoot towards me. I had to wrap one of my feet around the branch below us for support so that I didn't drop the guitar (I had managed to maintain my grip on it during the kiss, thankfully), but rather than making a big deal out of it, I snuggled closer to Rose and rested my chin on the crown of her head. It always fit so well there that I sometimes wondered if it had somehow been specifically made for the position, like a piece of a puzzle.

My balance recovered itself when Rose took my guitar in her lap, her slender hands holding it at an awkward angle. "Trey? Will you teach me?" she asked, and my thoughts immediately strayed to the last time I had tried to teach her something, when the whisk and the pancake batter had been thoughtlessly abandoned for the grinding of hips against hips and a stolen, fleeting kiss. The memory brought a rush of blood to my cheeks. But I wasn't going to say no to this; after all, how much of that sort of thing could you really do in a tree? Besides, when she batted those long lashes at me, and when my heart started pounding like this, it meant she was getting what she wanted. It was times like these when I was reminded how powerless I was when faced with the charms of women. I was putty in her hands.

"Of course," I said, being the weak little boy that I am.

Gradually, I crept closer to her on the branch, meandering my arm around her waist and under her arm to wrap my hand around hers where it grasped the neck of the guitar. Resting my chin on her right shoulder, I did my best to press her first two fingers against the frets, forming a simple E-minor. Then, taking her other hand, I brushed it lightly against the strings. The mournful chord rung out ominously in the silent woods until a few mockingjays picked it up and sang along. "This is an E minor," I told her quietly, "It's a sad chord, really. But every good song has at least one sad chord." Only after I said it did I realize how much it applied to us.

she stood by as it fell apart
separate rooms and broken hearts
but I won't be the one
to let you
go

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{ooc-late; I was working on the new coding. I think it's my first good post in a while, though :D}

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Two shadows standing by the bedroom door
No, I could not want you more
Than I did right then
As our heads leaned in

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Trey's eyes locked on mine, and I instantly knew the same memories of making pancakes were drifting through his mind. I chuckled as I remembered Trey's gentle and innocently hesitant touch as his arms slid between the gap in my arms and waist. How his hands moved mine with a distracted certainty as his lips moved against my ear and my heart pounded furiously in my chest. It was moments like this when it was interesting to look back on the innocence our relationship began as. That child-like fear that caused Trey to hesitate with me was no longer there. Now, a longing replaced that innocence and made our actions more mature with each other. Still though, up in this tree, I felt like we were a typical couple doing childish typical couple things. It's not like it would be uncommon for a guy to teach his girlfriend something he did that she loved.

It would be more common if their wasn't a baby in my teenage stomach. But that oddly didn't bother me. I didn't spend time with Trey to be innocent and young, whether he gave me a youthful burst of energy through his eyes or not.

"Of course," Trey said in response to my request. Even though we'd outgrown the hesitance in touching one another, as his hands crept around my waist chills rushed through my body, and a tightness in my stomach made blush rise to my cheeks. I let my fingers fall slack as he moved them around the neck of the guitar. His head fell onto my shoulder, and that same desire that pushed me to kiss him when he was teaching me how to make pancakes burned into me. I was temporarily distracted by his focused gaze on my hands, the close proximity of his lips to mine. I hardly noticed as his other hand moved mine against the strings. The sound of the guitar broke my trance, and I jumped slightly at the noise, though it was dull compared to the beauty of the chords Trey had just played me. I looked out into the forest, wondering if I could see the sound as it drifted into the wood. As the mockingjays picked up the chord, Trey's velvety voice replaced the dull sound. "This is an E minor," he said quietly. His breath drifted into my ear, causing my body to melt into him. "It's a sad chord, really. But every good song has at least one sad chord."

I nodded slightly, twisting my head to look at him. Just like before, with the intimacy that presented itself in the current situation, it was hard to not kiss him. To not close every space between our bodies, or enjoy the sensation of his lips against mine. It was nearly impossible to restrain that selfish part of me from moving my neck just the slightest bit until our lips met. But I also found that I was interested in learning to play guitar. I would probably never learn to make pancakes, and I could live with that. Trey could always make me pancakes, and Trey could always sing me songs and play his guitar for me. But his true feelings for me shone through the melodies his fingers made. The way it made my heart race and joyous tears slide down my cheeks was phenomenal. It was a feeling I wanted Trey to feel too. The temptation in my heart burned through me, still though, I tore my gaze from Trey's captivating eyes and locked the position of my fingers in my head as an "E minor".

I lifted my fingers from the guitar, moving Trey's with them. I moved them around for a moment, trying to shake the feeling of the chord so I could remember it mentally instead of physically. Then, I placed them against the strings on the neck in the places I remembered them being. Moving my other hand from the strings, I placed Trey's fingers over mine again, still unsure about how much pressure to put on the strings. My hand moved back to the lower half of the guitar and struck the strings. The noise that came out wasn't as smooth as when Trey had helped me, but the tone was at least similar. Compared to the average person, I was tone deaf though. I didn't trust my judgement, so I looked to Trey. "That right?"[/b] Again, looking at him made temptation spark in me, but if I wanted to learn how to play, how to make those beautiful melodies Trey did, I would have to stay determined. Though, I wasn't sure I would be able to resist if Trey leaned into me right now.[/size]

Hold my breath as we're moving in
Taste your lips and feel your skin
When the time comes
Baby don't run
Just Kiss me
Slowly.

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she shows me everything she used to know
picture frames and country roads
when the days were long
and the world
was small

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Rose’s head bobbed slightly in a nod, her cheek brushing gently against mine, and for a second I was sure she was going to kiss me again, to give in once again to the never-ending magnetic pull that seemed to constantly gravitate our lips towards each other. But to my surprise, she was honestly trying to learn how to play. She seemed to be thinking really hard about something as she moved her fingers around for a few seconds. Then, all by herself, she moved her first two fingers back into the same position I’d put them in before. I helped her press down hard on the strings so she knew how much force to apply, but other than that, she seemed to have figured it out okay by herself. She strummed the strings a bit clumsily, but the sound that emerged wasn’t half bad.

”That right?” she asked, her eyes searching for praise. I grinned at her.

”That’s right,” I echoed. It was good to see that this wasn’t ending up like that morning with the pancakes, that she was actually paying attention to what I was teaching her instead of getting distracted by my attractiveness and whatnot. It’s all about control, Rose, I thought with a smirk, but it soon faded from my face as I realized that I couldn’t even follow my own rules, which is why Rose had a demon child in her teenage uterus.

Pushing that oh-so-very cheerful thought aside, I guided Rose’s fingers to a different position on the fret board, pressing them down in a different chord formation. It was a little harder than the last one, but it only required three fingers instead of the usual four since I was missing the last E string. ”Now this,” I said, ”Is a G-chord.” With her right hand, I struck the strings again, and this time a much sweeter sound rang out through the forest. I withdrew my hands from hers, silently prompting her to try it again by herself. I absentmindedly twirled a piece of her hair around my finger as I quietly watched her hands. She was catching on a lot faster than I had when I’d first tried to learn.

she stood by as it fell apart
separate rooms and broken hearts
but I won’t be the one
to let you
go

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{ooc- not very long but I didn't really know what else to do}

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Two shadows standing by the bedroom door
No, I could not want you more
Than I did right then
As our heads leaned in

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"That's right,"

Trey said, his voice moving with the breeze as his breath fluttered into my ear. Little shock waves danced down my spine as he scooted closer to show me another fingering. His fingers guided mine as they twisted into confused knots. I tried to figure out how moving my fingers up near the top of the guitar would change the noise that came out on the opposite end. But as Trey's hand struck mine against the strings, I gasped at the difference in the tone. This time, the sound reminded me of the silk in Trey's voice, the softness of the velvet that reached my ears every time he laughed. Of all the sweet sounds of my life, the combination of my mother and father's voices as they sang me to sleep, the sound of water displacing around me as I moved into Trey, and the sweet hum of the forest, the sound that came from the guitar was the closest sound to his voice I had ever heard.

Something lit up inside me, like an inferno of passion was slowly building, rumbling in my tummy. My eyes jerked to Trey's, his loose grip on a strand of my hair breaking as I whirled. Constantly, my mind was searching for similarities in the world around me to Trey. Even when we were skinny-dipping, pressed so close together that not even the water we stood in separated our skin, I was searching in the murky water for evidence that the brown in Trey's eyes didn't just apply to him. I always looked for things that resembled Trey, because even though he was always around me, despite the close watch of his parents, I could never get enough of his breathtaking features. That striking sienna in his eyes, the low mumble of his harmonious laugh, the curve of his lips that I so intently desired in this moment, were things that could not be duplicated. But some things in nature were similar only by a small portion to the beauty.

When I did find these things, my mind went crazy. I tried to single out these things and store them inside me forever. I jerked my eyes away from Trey again and tried to play the chord. My fingers had floated off the strings, and I struggled to find their placement again. Frustration bubbled in my stomach as I fumbled with the placement of my right and left hand. I let out frustrated moans and sighs. It probably sounded crazy to Trey, but he stayed hugged against me all the same. I struck the chord over and over again, the beautiful sound never quite duplicating itself. Ready to just chuck the guitar at the ground in frustration, I put it back in Trey's lap. "Show me again,"[/b] I said, annoyed determination making my voice a lower pitch than usual. Trey started to move the guitar into his lap, his fingers automatically moving to the positions he'd shown me. Leaning in closer than necessary, I moved the guitar back into my laps, taking deep, calming breaths as I did. It took patience to seek out something in the water at the pond that day that resembled Trey's eyes, but I'd done it without frustration. Why was I so moodily impatient now?

After settling the guitar in my lap, I took Trey's arm and wrapped it around me again, moving my fingers under his so that I could remember the fingering better. After we both worked together to fit my fingers into the right places, I tried to strum the strings by myself. A smile broke out across my lips at my little success. I'd made the chord, but the sound that came from the guitar was still awkward. I pulled Trey's hand on top of mine and nodded to him, asking him to help me strum.

The second the sound filled the air, excitement bubbled up through me. Then I remembered Trey did all the work. But as the sound faded, I played it again, then when it faded, again. It was memorizing, like a constant playback of Trey's voice, only less effective on the coloring of my cheeks. [/size][/color]"It sort of sounds like your voice. Only when you play it, it sounds like when you're singing, or telling me something you're fully confident of. And when I do it, it sounds like your morning voice, all raspy and bumpy."[/b] I chuckled at him. It was true. I'd heard his morning voice all to often to not know what it sounded like. "I didn't get to hear that this morning..."[/b] I mumbled at I struck the chord by myself again, remembering the absence of his warm embrace as the cold floor hit my feet. I also thought of this afternoon, when I'd finally woken up. The stress on Trey's face was clearly visible, the tiredness in his eyes obvious. He'd told me he slept fine, but I wasn't so sure as his face took on a solemness at the mention of last night. "I didn't dream you know. I never dream unless I'm with you."[/b] I struck the chord again, then took my fingers off the guitar. I leaned back against Trey, my head settling on his shoulder as I swung my feet back and forth on the branch.[/size]

Hold my breath as we're moving in
Taste your lips and feel your skin
When the time comes
Baby don't run
Just Kiss me
Slowly.

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picture frames and country roads
when the days were long
and the world
was small

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"It sort of sounds like your voice. Only when you play it, it sounds like when you're singing, or telling me something you're fully confident of. And when I do it, it sounds like your morning voice, all raspy and bumpy."

I laughed at her analogy, feeling a bit guilty that I didn’t pay as much attention to the specific sounds of her voice as she did to mine (hell, I didn’t even pay that much attention to my voice). There were times when she didn’t seem all that bright just like me, but then there were days like this when I realized how attentive she was to little things that most people didn’t pay any mind to. It probably just proved that I was even more out of my league. Yeah, I never thought I’d say that.

”I didn’t get to hear that this morning,” Rose said, her mumbled words barely audible over the sound of the guitar. I flinched, which could have been from what she said, or from the nasty sound of an amateur guitar player accidentally plucking her thumb under the first E string. Or both. ”I didn’t dream, you know. I never dream unless I’m with you.” Striking her G-chord swan song, Rose leaned back into me. Nestling my face in her hair, I sighed, and the forest fell silent.

I hadn’t dreamt the night before, either; I hadn’t even completely fallen asleep—the fleeting minutes and seconds of slumber had been few, and dreamless. Now that I knew what it was like to sleep with Rose by my side, I doubted that I would ever be able to do so without her there. It was a habit, like whistling or laughing out loud or running my fingers through my hair when I was worried. If you took those things away, I wasn’t really Trey. And if you took Rose away, I wasn’t really Trey.

In a way, though, it was my fault that she hadn’t come in to sleep with me last night, I thought, glancing at her belly. So far, she didn’t seem to be showing at all—but then again, it was probably wishful thinking. Or maybe it was just hard to tell, since I had seen her every day. Once thing was for sure, though; our secret would soon be impossible to keep. There was no way I could tell my parents beforehand. Even though there was probably a slight chance my mother would forgive me, my father would try to kill me never let me live it down. As if I needed to feel any worse.

”What are we gonna do, Rose?” I asked quietly, breaking the silence with the question I had asked myself hundreds of times today. ”We can’t tell my parents.”

she stood by as it fell apart
separate rooms and broken hearts
but I won’t be the one
to let you
go

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Two shadows standing by the bedroom door
No, I could not want you more
Than I did right then
As our heads leaned in

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”What are we gonna do, Rose?”

Trey asked, his breath chilling against my skin. ”We can’t tell my parents.” I handed Trey the guitar, and crossed my legs as I turned to face him. I was a little relieved he didn't want to tell his parents, afraid his father's reaction would be worse than his. And I had no idea what Jody would do. The expression of pain and guilt on Trey's face as his parents lectured him would be too much to bare, but I wouldn't be able to leave him. I would stand my ground beside him, and squeeze his fingers to let him know I wasn't mad at him. He was so thoroughly disappointed in himself, and I didn't even understand why. I was scared to be pregnant, but I was confident Trey would stick by me through it all, and that would be all I needed to get through it.

On the other hand, it was a little upsetting that he didn't want to tell his parents. His reaction was obviously not as excited as mine, but I felt like he was embarrassed to admit he'd created a baby inside me. Was I an embarrassment to him? Or was he just timid about that fact that he would have to admit to the day at the pond? Surely his parents would question how the heck this happened since they'd kept such a close eye on them. They probably figured we were too careful those days that we escaped the grip of the house to try anything. What they didn't know, was that Trey instilled a fearlessness in me that made almost nothing scary, and I did the same for him. They didn't understand the way we made each other feel.

Still, I would respect what Trey wanted. It was his child as much as it was mine whether he liked it or not. I took his hands in mine and let my gaze meet his. "They're gonna figure out eventually Trey," I answered. "I guess until they do, we just go about things like they were normal. Nothing's that different yet, is it?" I said, pulling up my shirt to examine my stomach. I chuckled as I let it back down, remembering the day at the pond again. Trey had said that bathing suits were for people who had wrinkles to hide. Then, in my fake examination of his stomach, I'd pulled his shirt right off his head, and followed him into the water, our clothes thrown lazily across the bank.

Evening began to shine it's colors through the trees. I turned my head into the light as it shone through the leaves and made shadow patterns on my face. "But right about now would be the time that your parents would start to get worried. I haven't eaten anything all day. I'm starved. Are you okay to go back to the house?"[/b] As much as I hated to leave the silence of the forest behind us, I was pretty hungry. As much as I didn't want to step back into the house, to try and wear loose shirts and walk around soaking up my own guilt of keeping secrets from Trey's parents, we had to, eventually at least. "Just one more thing..."[/b] I leaned into Trey slowly, gently pressing my lips against his. Our last free kiss, out of the grip of the daunting four walls we were about to return to. I moved my hand to Trey's chest, this time feeling for his heartbeat as it mimicked mine. "I love you,"[/b] I breathed against his lips.

{Sorry for the suckiness.}[/size]

Hold my breath as we're moving in
Taste your lips and feel your skin
When the time comes
Baby don't run
Just Kiss me
Slowly.

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when the days were long
and the world
was small

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”They’re gonna figure out eventually, Trey,” Rose answered, grasping my hands. ”I guess until they do, we just go about things like they were normal. Nothing’s that different yet, is it?” Imitating what she had done at the pond, Rose pulled up her shirt to reveal her tummy, which for the present was still flat. She laughed, but I was far from capable of laughter in that moment—I was too busy thinking that it would probably be one of my last few chances to see Rose’s belly that way, still unblemished and unstretched by pregnancy. I closed my eyes for a second, as if holding the image in my head might help me pretend that this whole thing wasn’t happening.

Whether I liked it or not, my parents were eventually going to find out. So did I rip the bandage off and face my problems head first like a man? Or did I sit cross-legged in the tracks, waiting for the train to hit and hoping, praying that I would be ready for it when it did? As of right now, the second option seemed easier—because really, I wasn’t a man. I was just a stupid boy, unable to think before acting. That day seemed almost like a dream when I thought back on it, but I was beginning to realize that dreams could turn into nightmares more quickly than I’d imagined.

”But right about now would be the time that your parents would start to get worried…” Rose added. Going back to the house was probably a good idea. I had a sneaking suspicion that my parents wouldn’t like us to be alone and out of their sight for as long as we had just been, and after all this, I didn’t blame them. I nodded my consent, and was about to start climbing down when Rose leaned into me.

”Just one more thing.”

My lips were met with the familiar softness of Rose’s mouth pressed gently against them, light and soft as a feather. I closed my eyes and held it in, wishing that if I hoped hard enough this moment would be frozen in time forever. If I could, I would live like this for the rest of my life—just me and Rose in a tree; my free arm snaked around her waist; her belly at a normal size that almost allowed me to forget for just a few blissful seconds that I had been the one to screw her all up.

”I love you,” Rose said, because she was as stupid as I was. Where her hand rested on my heart, I smothered it with my palm, holding it in place. We were stuck in a tough spot; knee-deep in quicksand, and slowly sinking. But even so, there were moments like this when I realized that no matter what, we were always going to be able to hold each others’ hands, like we were doing now. It wasn’t a big change, but it did make the tunnel a little bit brighter.

”I love you too,” I told her with the best small smile I could manage, unable to think of something witty like I usually did. And I believed that I would always love her, no matter what we had to go through. Rose was the center of my existence now, and if I could help it, that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

{ooc- ugh I suck at endings. I think we should end this one here.}

she stood by as it fell apart
separate rooms and broken hearts
but I won’t be the one
to let you
go

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