Inverse (Succulent)

 
"Huh, don't know how to word this "

   The pace between each link of words in her thorax slackened as she fought the syllables out, clothed in hasty curiosity. She'd been fighting the lofty sentence in her heart to keep still until it broke forth, exploding her tongues in rhythmic syllables, like breath in confetties merged together to make a tumbler of oxygen. She would be glad, yea, she was. Those eating words were out finally, though birthed in a willing reluctance.

       They had been walking for only-God-knows perhaps twenty minutes, until they got to the end of the trail with those words in her mouth, a huge force turned her to facing him. It'd been her idea to take a walk through the trail, yes, with something to say Permeating her heart. Yet, no grandeur of preparation could have suffice her to saying those words to him, but those words had their way.

      "Word what? "

       He reached out his right hand to pluck the smithereen of what he could not discern from her chest pocket, been conscious that his hand should not push at one of the firm tits. His response was as of a mirror: transparent and with no odds accompanying its reflection. He had no idea the ocean of thoughts she was plying through: torpedo militating against the next line of action as the waves seconded the former.

       She just wished he could break into her thoughts, and see the giant sentences wielded in her throat, tantamount to a sob, encompassing to what extent she was crazy about him. But she doubted, how could that be? Only a man is familiar with what he bears in his sloping mind. Even the devil has no idea. He only push action and then the action bleed the thoughts.

       Twas then or never, she'd thought. Twas either he walked away from her to become a fiend, or share with her the burden of emotions she'd been bearing for him. A sigh preceeded the words: the words crumbling on each other as her mouth paved a gaunt path for the heart to brood:

      "Jill, this could sound stupid... "

       Was there any room for a pause? Of course not! Every breadth had been occupied. Like twas an error, impatient words thrived:

       "It could be the most irritating thing you've heard. Like you might throw up, after I might have been through. Well, it's better off said than nursed. I've been fighting this for years, thinking twas just an hypnotism, but I was wrong. Each day seems to advocate for the course of how I feel towards you. I'd prayed twouldn't be genuine, like the ray of lust mimicking emotions in my heart, but I was wrong. I think I could hold this for a while more, perhaps for few years more, but my heart is wearied. I had no such strength anymore. I could have said this to you in many other ways, but couldn't have think better. To say that I love had not been the problem, but the fear of my vulnerability in confession being taken advantage of, held me this far. The fear of.... "

     There was a halt. Her eyes were dimmed, then closed. She didn't know why she'd stopped talking. When she opened her eyes, she saw and felt his tongue surveying her mouth with crazed warmth- the reason of the halt.
    
      She felt saline liquid trailing tracks on both cheek as she held what she'd longed to hold closer. If a soothsayer had said it would end thus to her, she might have sued him for false prophecy.
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Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Piece. Inverse (Succulent).