silence

I want your cruelty from the deepest depths of your mind.

I want every damage you’ve done that caused you to be who you are now.

I don’t want your smile,

                                     your soft eyes,

                                                            your gentle touches.

                                                                                                 Nor,

                                                            your arms around me.

                      or those warm gestures.

I want the cruelty in all that is you.

I want all of your imperfections.

Your darkness.

                        That black heart.

So, I can place a Moon within the caverns of your heart.

And show you how much your impurities shine. Oh, how perfect you are.

Maybe she wouldn’t have fought with Irene as often as she did. That, of course, was only a dream. She probably wouldn’t have been sitting here. An odd thought, she realized as she continued to watch the male. The way he carried himself, the comfortable silence between them. Everything about the male intrigued her. Wendy probably wouldn’t have been this curious, if she had only returned the book to him. Then again, she was somewhat flustered he had caught her in such a state.

Her eyes wandered the bookshop. On a normal day, she would have been memorizing titles. She was only vaguely aware of the shelves. Occasionally something would stand out to her. She wasn’t focused on it. She would have asked him to stop, but she was swimming underneath the weight of her thoughts. It seemed harder lately to ignore them. To ignore the regret and fears. She tried instead to focus on following the male. She blinked back the tears as she walked, hoping he wouldn’t notice. She couldn’t show weakness to others. One of these days, she’d really need to suppress her thoughts and memories.

It felt odd to him, having another person in his room, especially someone who was basically a stranger. He didn't dwell on the thought much. Instead he pulled out the thermos that contained some lemon honey tea that he brought from home, pouring out the contents into two mugs before placing them in the microwave for them to heat up. Grabbing the box of tissues on the counter, he slowly made his way to the couch, settling himself at a comfortable distance from the female, giving her some room to breathe as he handed her the box.

Wendy attempted to not let those thoughts consume her. Her grip tightened on the book even more. She forced herself to breathe evenly. If stress levels continued to rise, then she’d lose her hold on her powers. That was the last thing she could possibly need right. It took another moment or two before her muscles relaxed. Her eyes wandered from his outstretched arm to his face, an attempt to read his expression.

And when his eyes scan over the the female in front of him, his mind can't help but to think of his days back in the army. All the lessons and training he's been through flooding through him as he remembers to keep calm, stay patient, and to always keep a consistent tone of voice. All this was second nature to him, he often found himself helping others without a moment of hesitation. But this time it was different, he wasn't reaching out to the female because of his past, there was something about her that made him want to help her.

She clutched the book again, holding it to herself much like she had the first time they had met. He didn’t seem to be prying into her matters. Something that was a little odd to her. Her whole life she had never really been able to keep things private. It just wasn’t part of her family structure.

The sight in front of him was just like deja vu to him, with them standing only a few feet apart and the female clutching onto the book as if her life depended on it. Only the air was tense between them, silence washing over them as he waited for the other to give him an answer. He was willing to wait in silence until she did.

“大雪求你别抹去

我们在一起的痕迹”

.:: Oh, the heavy snow, please do not erase 

the traces of our past ::.