The static around those, that feel too much
My fingers land lightly on his skin, touching the part of the wrist where the pulse beats the hardest. Instantly electricity rages through my nerves, burning my fingertips, a faint smell of smoke irritating my nose as I inhale sharply.
What the hell was that?!
My intense charisma?
It’s a side effect of the lightning.
I gasp, ignoring how much my skin was stinging right now. His words covering everything else.
But you got tested after the accident, aunt Lucinda told me, she was there, with your grandma.
Kaly, come on, this isn’t a big deal. The doctor explained that there can be some side effects.
That it’s perfectly normal after what I have been through.
And that it’s a miracle that you even survived.
My voice feels hard when the words leave my mouth. We stare at each other in silence for a long moment, as his teeth clench tighter together, body tensing.
But I’m better now.
Are you sure?
I lift my hand and push it closer to his eyes, revealing that the red spots covering my fingers have turned almost black.
He ruffles his hair and takes a couple of deep breaths, frowning.
Kaly, I’m so sorry about that, I don’t control it yet.
The static, the current... the electric volts moving in my blood. I’m sorry.
He seems to be apologizing for so many unsaid things. For who he was and who he has turned into. I stare shocked at him for what seems like forever, and then finally, see the fear behind his eyes. It dissolves the room around us, and all I can feel is his fear that overpowers, takes me completely under, turning into pain that is now my own, flooding me without any warning. Quickly, I take the last step forward without even considering the consequences of what had just happened, the smoke still lingering in my lungs. My arms tie themselves around his neck, as my whole body clings to him, in want of comfort, with the need to soothe his anguish.
I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.
He returns the hug, his big hands wrapping around my back. And I feel it, the static. My hair lifts all around my face as if existing under the surface of the water. I shift back and stare at it in confusion, then gaze into his dark eyes and all that hurt; he’s scared that I won’t understand, that I’m going to leave, just like his parents in that accident all those years ago. I stretch out and brush my lips against his, then I deepen the kiss. If he’s surprised he doesn’t show it, returning everything that I offer to him with double force. My hair lifts even higher, the ones on the back of my neck sparkling like there’s power damage in my body. But there is nothing damaging about this. Reckless, overpowering, yes. Though also full of life. Healing.
You’re not leaving. You won’t run away.
He whispers into my ear. It doesn’t even sound like a question, it’s assurance and strength. I shiver from the charge his voice brings and what it does to me. I just want to sink into those vibrations, sink into it completely.
I don’t even know what that word means anymore.
My lips find his and I fall in deeper with each single breath, with every rush of electricity burning our bodies and finding the way to our hearts. No more running. Whatever the future holds for us, I’m here for him and I know that he feels it, as everything around us starts to lift, currents meeting and exploding. Light flashes outside the window, lightning disrupting the sky. I hardly notice it.
(Slow fade out.)
Inspired when listening to a song from a playlist.
Jamie Scott - Unbreakable