Come What May...(addition)

At first, her lungs clogging up felt like nothing compared to the hand clenching over her heart. She couldn’t breathe and as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the pain faded only a little. 1

She woke up more quickly than she left. She felt the presence over her, and as she opened her eyes. She saw him. The tower of strength he was was oozing like some sort of juice that dripped off of him and trickled onto her.2

They walked on in silence, and the silence was killing her. It was so, that it blared on like trumpets and horns, sounding off on a wave of sound, loud and clear and obnoxious.3

At that point, she smiled at this “blessed quietness“: because she realized it for what it was… he was thinking. His mind, she knew it couldn’t be as deep as those eyes. She made a sound as she thought of them, and he glanced back at her, assuming the sound was for discomfort, annoyance, or just because it made him desire her more. 4

Why did she get to him so? He couldn’t stand it, and when she looked up at him, made him want to protect her, take care of her, need her… he made a sound of his own.5

The deeper they walked along the winding back roads of the countryside’s the more and more unreal it became; with each step and each breath. The forest only seemed to be this sensual energy surpassing all understanding and logic to primal and animal need. The swish of her dress, the clap of his leather vest on his chest, noises that at a time annoyed each other only made their mouths water now.6

She was a distraction now. When had things between them changed? They had been walking maybe a day or two, and the ripples in the air had changed, became intense, charged as if lightning was brushing between him and her with only a glance, a look, a touch to double and triple it’s strength. He couldn’t take it anymore.7

When he turned around, her face was only a few breaths out of reach. He looked at her and still saw the innocence she was only a few days, hours before had changed; even the slightest things, her face seemed older, mature almost giving him permission to… and then he looked into her eyes. He then thought of the painting he saw in a voisins house near his old village, a mother,.. the queen of France and a baby resting in her arms, looking up at her mother, with those same eyes. Now as he shifted back from the past to this reality he saw her for what she was; A child in desperate need of help, not love. She had all of that she could ever get.8

“Oh my Lord in heaven” was the only thing she had the strength to mumble and even that was a task in itself.9

The worry for her fathers safety was her main concern and now that her focus had changed is scaring her even worse. This man, this peasant was making her feel things he never had before and frankly, she didn’t like it. Where were they going, what were they doing, and what was the reason behind it. Did someone know? And if they did, they might want to share it with her.10

He tried his best to explain, but nothing was making sense anymore.11

As the sun touched the horizon and made the trees seem to be aflame, they walked on in silence.12