Arriana
I'm drowning.
Lost in the sea of her emerald eyes as Fallon stares at me.
The question burns my tongue, needing to be released. But I’m terrified to ask.
“You left me.”
It was a broken acknowledgment to the agony we’ve both faced over our separation.
All the things I could say, all the answers I could give, but none of them would be enough.
You left me first.
I didn’t have a choice.
I came back.
I’ll never leave you again.
The thoughts crash through my mind, a tumultuous storm of things I want to say but can’t bring myself to voice.
Because they won’t matter if her answer to the one question I need to ask is what I’m terrified it might be.
Forcing down the terror at the thought of her deciding I’m too much, that she can’t live with all that comes with my life, I roll my shoulders back and stick out my hand.
An invitation. A wordless plea. A desperate hope.