legs entangle as they sit before each other on the small of the couch. mindlessly and happily does fingers play with the hem of his shirt, a hymn of a soft melody as a hum through puffed cherry lips that keep getting bit at for no reason. it’s an endless amount of swirling thoughts, cascading demands of hungry yearns & desires for simplicity of this --- them --- just being near. happiness isn’t granted but earned, learning that took years and some of it was made possible by being PUSHED away time after time just to come back without d e l a y. his words break her from a self made trance, eyebrows raising just like one of her hands did ; gliding up torso to rest with ease and comfort against clothed chest. she’s caressing the spot directly above his heart, a tender touch for the heavy weight he’s indicating towards. ❛ a heart is a heavy b u r d e n. ❜ the heaviest. it was the thing that had capability of making or breaking, of making someone smile or cry ------ of falling or rising ; was it that he was speaking of ? as delicate as satin, her mouth lined up to force out something that represented reassurance. ❛ i can ease the ache for right now --- i can sing to you if you wish. ❜