Riverbank
Mini Scene
There is warmth in his words. I feel the vibrations between, around and through us both as we stand there on the riverbank. He isn’t looking at me. He isn’t truly speaking to me, but to the world, the nature around us both. I stand there, close by but not touching him physically. But I can feel him, breathe him in. As if he is standing behind me, arms wrapped around me, holding me together as if I am a cracked piece of glass, waiting to shatter from the slightest wind and he is holding me together.
However, he is not touching me. Only the vibrations of life between us, his words hanging in the air. My thoughts stopped, breath caught, my body pausing to feel what he is saying, reliving, in those words, he might have dared speak time and time before and possibly rejected every time. So why would he use those words again, knowing the pain that is clinging to them. As he waits for my decision. My acknowledgement that I heard and understood the words.
They are not ground breaking, they are not life changing, at least not to most. But they are to him and I know what they mean, know what they stand for. Know that he is being as vulnerable as he possibly can with me in this moment. Alone in the woods, at the riverbank. Nature surrounds us completely. This wasn’t planned or foreseen. It was by accident, almost a mistake, to stumble upon him here at this moment. But he said the words, as I stood beside him.
“Stay with me.”
And so I stood, not moving an inch away, not wanting him to feel alone, or feel the loneliness the world brings to us everyday, no matter what or who is around us. If I can stop his pain even for a second, I would. I stand there and let him hold my pieces together because I see him, as he sees me. Broken but not forgotten, in this world we don’t understand, as it rushes around us.
