transit

Holden gazes into her eyes.

He could just make out each ciliary muscle as they twitched, her brilliant brown irises contracting ever so slightly. She smiles back at him, there is a quizzical look on her face.

His heart leaps as she wrinkles her nose. All the mysteries in the world are solved. The oceans sing melodies and the sky explodes with sound. Nothing else matters at this moment. She’s here, right here right now.

How could he ever tell her how much she means to him? She calms him, she frustrates him, she renders him helpless, she mocks him.

“Hold me, I’m cold,” says she. Holden cannot say no. He cannot keep her, he cannot let her go. She belongs to no one, she belongs to the wind. No one can contain her. He knows that, and it breaks his heart because he loves her and she doesn’t know it. 

Heavy.

Heightened.

Helpless.

Heaving.

Holding on to a hope that never existed, he asks her.

How silly.