Chaotic Harmony
by Eveh
Rating: PG-13
They danced with each other. Each move was calculated and in time with the beat that only existed between them. They'd be close then fall apart. One would fall and the other would catch her right before the fallen would go fully under.
Ask anyone around them if they were different and they'd tell you it was all the same. There was the banter. There was the witty conversation. There was everything that had been allowed to form. It was part of the dance.
Get closer. Fall apart. Move in the shadow of another. Move away from the shadow. Always they moved together. It was a chaotic harmony.
Best friends. That could be a term to describe them. Partners in the night. That would work as well. Together separately. That's probably the best to describe it.
They knew the truth but they were good liars. Unfortunately, one of them missed a step. She forgot to pull away when the dance demanded it. An offer had been made. A promise to hold on and never let go.
This caused them both to stumble. Their chaotic harmony had turned into only chaos. The harmony vanished into the brightness of the truth. The dance they both knew was forgotten. Instead of together separately they became only separate. They fell and on the way down there was no one left to grab them before they went under.
Then if anyone asked those around them if something had changed, the answer would be that something had but no one knew what. The banter was gone. The witty conversations had ceased to exist and were replaced with pleasantries: terrible pleasantries that meant nothing.
It was 'how are you', 'how is this', 'how is that', 'have a good day', 'have a good night', nothing meant anything. The questions were asked but the answers never heard.
Eventually the questions wouldn't even be heard. Their fall would be complete. They'd move completely away from each other and only meet on the direst of circumstances.
It was like they didn't even remember each other. Every time their paths crossed it was like meeting each other again for the first time. Everything they had known was forgotten. It was too hard to remember.
Then, like before, a promise was made. "I believe in you," it was whispered from above. "I believe in you."
The circumstances that drew out the words were unimportant. It was the response that mattered. "I'm not sleeping."
A hand was offered and taken. "All I wanted to say was that I loved you. I was afraid and hidden too well inside of myself."
"I've been holding my last breath. I was thinking of you, hoping that something would eventually lead you here."
"You can't go away now."
"I can't hold on forever."
"But you can hold on now."
"Does that mean you're trying to catch me before I fall?"
"I can only hope that I could stop the pain if I will it away."
"And your will is strong. You are strong."
"No. I'm weak. I'm only strong with you."
"Don't tell me I saved you from the dark."
"No. You woke me back up to life."
"And I guess you're trying to return the favor?"
"I'm not letting go."
Lips met then. The passion was there but it was faint, covered up by promises and hopes for the future, covered up by the need of affirmation that this wasn't happening too late.
"Then I won't let go either."