❝ I think it’s because we’re so, so awesome– We’re, like, the most awesomest, right?❞ Harper really doubts that ‘awesomest’ is even a word but she says it anyway.
❝Harper, you were…❞ She doesn’t even need to say what happened to the poor girl while she was held captive. No need to bring up words to spark memories, they they would come anyways.
❝If you need anything… if you need to talk, I’m here, okay?❞
❝…❞ Harper doesn’t feel the need to grace the other with words, nor does she manage to find something– anything– to describe how she feels, so she settles on an apology. ❝Thank you—- I might just take you up on that offer some time, yeah?❞
i want to write relationships that are complicated.
i want to write the on-again-off-again relationships. i want the screaming matches and the cancelled dates and the hurt feelings and the second guesses and second chances.
i want to write people who completely shake up each other’s daily routine and flip their entire world on its axis. i want them to drive each other crazy and question why they bother sticking around and then remember the way their partner laughs or see them in a moment of vulnerability that tells them ‘this is is why i stay. this is why i love you.‘
i want to write relationships with struggles. with class differences and financial divide. two people who are so completely different they somehow complete each other. i want the jealousy and the feelings of inadequacy that goes with it.
i want to write people who aren’t afraid to be honest with their partner. who aren’t afraid to say ‘yeah you’re being an asshole’ followed by ‘but i still love you, you idiot.’
i want the first time they see their partner cry and the morning after their first intimate night when everything feels so right.
i want people who get so used to one another that they stop going the extra mile. i want the ‘you don’t make the effort because you already have me’ argument.
i want relationships that challenge each other to be better people and make each other question their beliefs and moral compass.
but most of all, i want to write relationships that are real. that make you feel something. i want to go on the emotional rollercoaster right along with them.
Strike me down? I’ll get up again. I am not invincible, but I won’t give up either.
i can see it. in your shoulders. the way their bones protrude from the skin, flags of surrender in a time-worn battlefield.
i can see it. in your eyelids. the heavy debts of forfeited nights dragging at their lashes anchors in an ancient sea, dark and subdued.
i can see it. in your mouth. the way it tightens and slackens a rope that’s been pulled to and fro by the tides of living, never allowed the release of fraying.
i can see it. and it puts even mighty Atlas to humble shame.
Send me a “I want the H” and I will randomly generate a number!
7: “Something scared me” hug
It was the sound of a drill that first set her off, moving sideways into the person now at her side. Instinctively, Harper clutched at them in fear, teeth clenched.
“Oh,” came her own small voice, eyes glaring up at Monty. “Sorry–I-I just…”
( Got scared? Thought maybe somehow the Mountain Men had survived and were back to HURT her?– Drill her for bone marrow again?)
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