06-20-2024, 02:53 PM
Please don’t let go… Those words swam in Art’s mind, repeated themselves, and the phrase was like a beacon in the sea of anguish. At some point she realized they were on the ground, but at the same time she realized they had their arms wrapped around each other, gripping each other tightly through the pain. She had no recollection of falling to the ground, nor any memory of reaching out to hold onto Peter, but with them both writhing in pain, the embrace was welcome.
With her sense of time completely warped, Art had no idea how long the two of them were on the ground, their bodies twisted in pain, partially entwined in embrace. While her mind slowly cleared the fog of pain, she became more aware of how they were situated. Like waking up from a deep sleep and a vivid dream, Art opened her eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed about their position.
What she hadn’t anticipated, however, was how close their faces would be. Not sure what to say, she guffawed, smiling at him with her loss for words. Her legs still twitched, her arms still had fiery pinpricks all over them, but now that she could see straight, she wasn’t entirely unhappy with what she was seeing in front of her. Through all the pain, he had stayed, he hadn’t bowed out, and they had come through it together. It was the perfect symbolism and symmetry of what this ritual was meant for.
With her sense of time completely warped, Art had no idea how long the two of them were on the ground, their bodies twisted in pain, partially entwined in embrace. While her mind slowly cleared the fog of pain, she became more aware of how they were situated. Like waking up from a deep sleep and a vivid dream, Art opened her eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed about their position.
What she hadn’t anticipated, however, was how close their faces would be. Not sure what to say, she guffawed, smiling at him with her loss for words. Her legs still twitched, her arms still had fiery pinpricks all over them, but now that she could see straight, she wasn’t entirely unhappy with what she was seeing in front of her. Through all the pain, he had stayed, he hadn’t bowed out, and they had come through it together. It was the perfect symbolism and symmetry of what this ritual was meant for.