Dream Diary 2

She let it all out. She was a flame gasping for oxygen, licking at the blank sky. I had never seen someone cry out as she did. She wailed and fell into harsh whispers. I held her with an embrace so tight I could feel her pulse. The tears had washed over her reddened cheeks, leaving them raw and salty. She seemed to naturally curl up between my arms, shriveling like a prune as she did. It looked as if she tried her hardest to be as small as possible - small enough to disappear. Her roaring was tempered by the fabric of my clothing. It absorbed all her strife, grief, and regret. My shirt, before a pale yellow, had turned gray from the dampening fluid that trickled out of her eyes. It was a tragically beautiful sight. She was purging herself of her struggle, her tumultuous burden. It leaked out of her like helium from a balloon. She continued to deflate, to compress and squeeze out the sour taste of sorrow. Her eyes swelled and became glassy mirrors. Even so I didn't see myself in the reflection - only a black hole. Her pupils were shells of the icy blue that once inhabited them.

As I continued to hold her, it felt like I was melting into her shattered frame - like I was a soothing ointment seeping into her wounds. I could smell her hair, her skin, her terror. If I had held on much longer, I would've completely dissolved into her seared pours. For a moment, we were one and the same. I could feel the same dark blood of hers flowing through me. It was a transfusion of sorts. I let her misery flood into my body, and the weight became almost unbearable. At that same instant I felt her clenched fists weaken their grasp, and her screams withered. She was completely drained. Left behind was a hollow ghost, too exhausted to make any sudden movements. She just laid there in my arms like a string-less puppet. All I heard was her slow and ragged breathing. It was only then that I realized how loudly my heart was beating against hers. Our breathing was perfectly synchronized and our eyes were closed. The air around us traveled again, as if nothing had occurred, and it was just as cold as before.

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