She takes her sweet sweet time and rewinds to remind her other half, exactly why this particularly interwrapped in peculiarity life of secretive theirs has amounted to plain downright everything
Sitting pretty as a land- kissed picture, they hold onto gloriously whispering hope and begin to break the age-old narrative mould – to painstakingly worthwhile shape a positive, created from utterly enhanced to tantalise the demons swarmed within the screaming negative
The conversation swerve
Where meaningful people mean to make up the deafening difference, to quench and relinquish these homegrown fears
So very near to the flamed underbelly of the waning brain, only to have arisen at the very last stand
“Take my hand, for we’ve walked through these flames a thousand times before… And can together tame absolutely anything. Remember it well, Baby is waiting.”
