Re: Those Moments Were Like Flowers to Me
Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2018 9:46 pm
Fingers intertwined, her free hand on his shoulder, they danced.
It was messy, and awkward, and there was no rhythm there to speak of. One of them stepped on the other's foot with every couple of steps. And it didn't matter at all. They swayed and held each other and had way too many near misses with the floor and they were happy. Eventually the music changed to something way less suitable for dancing, but they kept dancing anyway, because why not. Things didn't have to make sense. They were there, in their own world, and Ivy would be happiest if she never had to leave.
It wasn't long before the inevitable happened.
She slipped on the train of her prom dress, still too long for her, and tumbled to the ground, dragging Myles down with her as she clung to him. There was a moment of nothing but music playing, and then, giggling. Giggling gave way to loud laughter, shaking her whole body, and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep her from rattling apart, and that laughter choked her, brought tears to her eyes, and she couldn't have said when it turned into something else entirely. Still, it did.
The spell was broken. The rest of the world intruded. The flood of thoughts were indistinguishable, and they would not leave her be.
"Sorry," she gasped, trying to breathe, "sorry," to the only person in the world she'd ever apologize to, "sorry."
She loved him so much.
Everything had hit her at once, drinks included, her mind was a blur, her grip on him tenuous, she closed her eyes.
She could just rest for a moment.
>> Ivy Langley continued in close aint close enough
It was messy, and awkward, and there was no rhythm there to speak of. One of them stepped on the other's foot with every couple of steps. And it didn't matter at all. They swayed and held each other and had way too many near misses with the floor and they were happy. Eventually the music changed to something way less suitable for dancing, but they kept dancing anyway, because why not. Things didn't have to make sense. They were there, in their own world, and Ivy would be happiest if she never had to leave.
It wasn't long before the inevitable happened.
She slipped on the train of her prom dress, still too long for her, and tumbled to the ground, dragging Myles down with her as she clung to him. There was a moment of nothing but music playing, and then, giggling. Giggling gave way to loud laughter, shaking her whole body, and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep her from rattling apart, and that laughter choked her, brought tears to her eyes, and she couldn't have said when it turned into something else entirely. Still, it did.
The spell was broken. The rest of the world intruded. The flood of thoughts were indistinguishable, and they would not leave her be.
"Sorry," she gasped, trying to breathe, "sorry," to the only person in the world she'd ever apologize to, "sorry."
She loved him so much.
Everything had hit her at once, drinks included, her mind was a blur, her grip on him tenuous, she closed her eyes.
She could just rest for a moment.
>> Ivy Langley continued in close aint close enough