>>
|
79586b.jpg
Singing Milk
79586b
I nod and she draws in close, I respond and hug her to my chest.
"It is, we are just concerned... for your vision, all the light outside. It could eventually-"
"August, I know, I'm not- While I can do so, I enjoy the light, but hold little fear of inevitable night. I cannot, but August, that thing... I worry about you and it now. It's dangerous.”
"Lucida, I just wanted to make sure you are okay, it was suddenly worried and-"
She sighs, and shudders in my arms for a moment whilst I caress her hair.
""Everything is angles August, everyone... is angles. A blade is but an angle applied, the paths are not straight and what light to be seen is obscured in the heat. Even curves... an infinity of angles. So why do you wear the roadmap to your heart, written in angles for his reading?"
"Lucida, stop it. Now! I 'will' see you this summer. Still, we both must part ways, our separate angles to intersect again. Both of us have our duties to be attendant to."
...
""I'm sorry... I just."
"Shhh shhh~, it is okay, just breathe. Breathe and smile, cry if you must, but smile. I won't send you off with frown, what could be thought of me then?"
I hold her for just a bit longer, till she seems calm again.
|