A comfort in the morning.

He kicked a stone into the shrubs that hovered over the path he followed. “It makes sense when I think about her,” He thought. He breathed shallow, rapid breaths and the feelings of boredom had left the moment he heard that monster scream. They were replaced with the thrill of the unknown. Now that he saw the world, it’s emptiness and death, he couldn’t help but reach, reach for that other place inside.

It was at the river, where they met. She stood, yards away from it and he walked. He was steady, coming nearer, over the river until he was there. He was by her side and she looked for a way to say what would be said, in a normal world. No time for her, because when she turned back to the river, he thrust his hands through her hair, whispered something, and took her hand, leading her up the river. “If this world made music, I wouldn’t hear anything else.” she told him.
“I can feel it.” He laughed.

When bodies are old, they weigh more. They move farther in order to get where they go, but it’s not like that when you’re young. You’re smaller, and a second away, you’re already expressing the feelings that come, or that’s if you believe in magic.

He took her other hand into his and spun her around, until her eyebrow creased and she feigned exhaustion. Then he spun by himself, tore off his clothes and dove into the water. It was deeper here, he’d known it all along.

She knew. Another day she might have frowned, left him there and walked back home, but today she knew. It was a chance for her to be the human humans where meant to be. The child that never leaves, no, and she was in love.