he’s one step forward ( TWO STEPS BACK ); fumbling, falling between concrete c r a c k s. there’s a break in the silence, a catch in his breath. adrenaline steers, simply to VEER. he’s already come to find all that he’d sought. but it’s the battle of the U N K N O W N, that robs every thought. the / drive / of his palm ‘pon her door sends a {{ quake }} – straight through his chest. rattling even stone. every broken b o n e. ❛ claire. – claire ! ❜ ( please. )
be there.
the quiet hum of nothingness was something claire had learned to embrace. sometime during nursing school, fueled by coffee alone, she realized the BEAUTY of that absence. silence used to make her itch, she’d be in & out, keeping busy, creating sound because the static of white noise was too much. too LOUD. --------now, it was a blessed reprieve that she prayed for daily. ( one that was too often interrupted ). in fact, she was beginning to suspect that the recipe for silence must be the same as the recipe for trouble, because they seemed to go hand-in-hand for her lately. the sound of her name is a quiet echo that makes ADRENALINE soak into her system, heart rate accelerating as she identifies the voice. ❛ matt? ❜ she’s crossing toward the door, when she remembers his normal entrance through the living room window. it takes her three tries to get it open with his weight against it, but she manages with just enough time to keep him from falling in. ❛ what the hell happened to you? ❜
