yet needing it to come to life so that he might see to its fruition
she could detect the slightest change in his breathing
the look in his eyes
the tremble in his left hand
She had been trained secondhandedly
no one expected her to achieve; surpass
but he was fire and she required an indescribable warmth
learning meant revoking her own life
willingly she succumbed to the quest of knowledge over sensibilities
she'd flourish
he'd control the path
the coming years of darkness
He tested the waters first
took her by the hand and led her into the abyss
changing her life from that day on
And they lied.
His intent, ever present, required the shroud of silence.
She kept his secret
Even when they were separated
for a time
all was vested, kept under strict control by the promise of friendship
we don't rat our friends out, no matter the personal cost
each and every night he felt his life slipping slowly into the past
he drank
used drugs to attempt to erase the memory
refused to speak her name aloud
realizing that the spoken words would cause him to relive her
he lie down with women
only to have to close the lights
keep the demons at bay
or so he believed
truth was
his committed relationship was lacking
she never felt loved quite enough
couldn't place her finger on it
but deep down knew he was in their home but not entirely living there.
he could not love.
so he lied.
"I love you. I want you as my wife..."
She subscribed to hate.
hated all that he stood for
his blood felt inferior to her
her shattered dreams all his fault
blame took his despair to a whole new level
guilt tore at his soul
every waking moment
a hallow man emerged
close to death by surrender.
She went on to utilize each and everything that he had taught her
his genius willed her to breach what she was thought to do
broke free and became who he had originally cultivated
much to the surprise of others
and dismay
11th hour had arrived.
She knew what she must do.
They spoke.
She revealed that it was time the truth came to light.
He agreed.
There was no one left to stop them.
The cost had been significant, but the price had been paid in full.
Broken promises to the outsiders, battered and bruised both weary walked back to where it all began
chose their words carefully
and aloud, spoke what had begun as a mere whisper
He would no longer live the lie, he'd refuse to allow her to leave.
Together, exclusively, they'd complete what they had planted
no apologies
simply a time to harvest
She waited on the bench in the sauna for him to return.
The script of their deepest secret was to be placed on her back, written in Finnish.
From her shoulders to her hips
how her flesh burned,
felt tortured.
His intent was clear.
My mark, our truth.
He flashed a warning glance at her to be methodical;
swift and proficient
do what you must, utilize intent
finish.
She stood tall, her strength deriving from a longing for completion.
wounded, both embraced wincing from the pain, content.
He took her hand, pronounced his truth to the woods where he grew to become a man
turned to her and made her his true wife
fully understanding that this marriage negated their collective pasts and would damage any and all preconceptions of who and what he was.
His past relationship held the intent of severe revenge for not being a real husband
friend
or remotely who she thought him to be
She wished him death, did all she could to tear them apart.
"If I cannot be at peace, I offer you war."
Truth however tends to not only take hold but rip apart lies, this she knew to be truth.
She held her tongue, regarding the bitterness of one woman to be somewhat justified. They had indeed lied. Together they had destroyed so many in their lives because they hadn't dealt with the years of neglect.
The haunting wasn't on the right side, however as always, she'd defend him, protect him.
She had been entirely complicit throughout....
She destroyed the intrusion as one final act of contrition.
He was a part of her that she could no longer deny.
Their intent was crystal clear.
We will live our truth, now and for the rest of time.
The darkness in over.
Our secret will remain long past death, we will however, live a thousand years together in each and every lifetime...
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
Fairly soon John and I will be taking questions on line, looking forward to hearing from you all.
Blessed days to you all and your families.
