Inspired by Sleep Token’s ‘Say That You Will’, I wanted to explore what it means to love someone so deeply that it bleeds you dry, literally and emotionally. I gave myself a challenge, to write without dialogue. And this is the result…
Embers scatter in the air between us as I watch Arni’s expression closely.
I know I’m treading a thin line, but I need to be close to her tonight – even if it is the last thing she wants.
Saying the fire would alert those who were hunting us was a poor excuse, but I couldn’t go another night without feeling the curve of her body against mine, or without inhaling her vanilla scent she still seems to have even after days on the run in this godforsaken forest.
I watch her expression remain unreadable – the same expression I’ve been met with ever since she learned the truth about how we ended up in this mess.
My chest aches.
If only she knew the whole truth.
My eyes flick briefly to the dying fire, listening as the last of the wood cracks and pops under the heat before lifting my gaze again.
There. Was that a glint in her eye? A glimmer of something more?
I watch her head move, almost imperceptibly – a small nod of acceptance.
I’ll take it. God, I’ll take any form of communication at this point. The silence has been killing me; I almost think it just might, if the forest doesn’t kill me first.
The forest floor offers little comfort as we nestle beside one another.
The fire now out completely – but her body, her blonde locks sprawled against the dark brown surface, bring me warmth that only she has ever made me feel.
The sounds of her soft breaths are the only thing I hear as we lay beside one another.
I find myself wanting to bring my face close to hers, just so I can hear every breath, feel every breath. But I don’t.
I wish she would say something.
Anything.
In the dark she feels like mine – like it’s just me and her, no one else.
We were trained to kill, to fight, to defend – but this feeling, this impulse to love, is overwhelming.
They’re entangled.
I wish she’d say something.
This silence has got me in a frenzy.
My chest aches.
Wait.
I’m sweating.
My chest feels wet.
Wait.
I’m bleeding.
Oh…
Love.
Becoming, Lucy 
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