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With some difficulty, we ascended the cupboard and crawled up through the hole in the ceiling, and soon we were sitting in our own little world. This place was our sanctuary.
Bad things couldn’t happen here.
Once Benjamin had caught his breath and stifled the pain of his ribs, he gazed up through one of the many large gaps in the roof and into the sky; the clouds had ebbed and the air was dark and clear. Moonlight fell like milk through the rafters and landed upon us in splashes, softening the lines of our faces and the angry dark clots of our bruises, and it was like this that we sat amongst the dew-laden cobwebs and frost-bitten floorboards as the world went along around us at a slower pace, as though we were underwater. Instead of bubbles trembling up, there were arabesques of snow falling lightly from the clouds above and through our nature-made skylight, landing on our heads and shoulders like halos, and we remained there for a very long time, carefully side by side with our shoulders pressed together against the cold, with our broken fingers touching lightly between us.
“Benjamin?” I asked suddenly, and my breath rose up and burst in prisms amongst the jagged edges of the rafters. “I’m—frightened. I’m frightened and tired I just want this to end! What did we do to deserve this?”
His one good hand slipped into mine, tightening round my fingers, and he was silent for a very long time, just watching as the snow landed upon us and slowly melted away. But then he turned to me; his eyes were rutilant—refracted as they caught the cold half-light that comes with the hour of limbo: the waning moments before midnight ends and the dawn begins.
“Life never promised to be wonderful—sometimes, you just have to look a little harder to see the good in it,” he murmured finally. “You know? And I think that when terrible things happen, we should just keep going. We keep going and then maybe we’ll make it through as a better person than we were before. At least that’s what I think.”
“You really believe that, Benjamin? After all this?” I asked him as I beheld his battered, bruised face.
“I do,” he said. “I…I’ve gone through some awful things, but why shouldn’t I get to live again after that? Change—good change—will come, so for all the days or months or years I’ve got left, I’ll wait till my change comes. And I think it will. I really do.”
Our fingers knotted together and I sighed. “I don’t know how you do it, but you always seem to know how to say the right thing. What would I do without you, Benjamin?”
“You’ll be all right without me. Because you’re stronger than that,” said Benjamin quietly.
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Bad things couldn’t happen here.
Once Benjamin had caught his breath and stifled the pain of his ribs, he gazed up through one of the many large gaps in the roof and into the sky; the clouds had ebbed and the air was dark and clear. Moonlight fell like milk through the rafters and landed upon us in splashes, softening the lines of our faces and the angry dark clots of our bruises, and it was like this that we sat amongst the dew-laden cobwebs and frost-bitten floorboards as the world went along around us at a slower pace, as though we were underwater. Instead of bubbles trembling up, there were arabesques of snow falling lightly from the clouds above and through our nature-made skylight, landing on our heads and shoulders like halos, and we remained there for a very long time, carefully side by side with our shoulders pressed together against the cold, with our broken fingers touching lightly between us.
“Benjamin?” I asked suddenly, and my breath rose up and burst in prisms amongst the jagged edges of the rafters. “I’m—frightened. I’m frightened and tired I just want this to end! What did we do to deserve this?”
His one good hand slipped into mine, tightening round my fingers, and he was silent for a very long time, just watching as the snow landed upon us and slowly melted away. But then he turned to me; his eyes were rutilant—refracted as they caught the cold half-light that comes with the hour of limbo: the waning moments before midnight ends and the dawn begins.
“Life never promised to be wonderful—sometimes, you just have to look a little harder to see the good in it,” he murmured finally. “You know? And I think that when terrible things happen, we should just keep going. We keep going and then maybe we’ll make it through as a better person than we were before. At least that’s what I think.”
“You really believe that, Benjamin? After all this?” I asked him as I beheld his battered, bruised face.
“I do,” he said. “I…I’ve gone through some awful things, but why shouldn’t I get to live again after that? Change—good change—will come, so for all the days or months or years I’ve got left, I’ll wait till my change comes. And I think it will. I really do.”
Our fingers knotted together and I sighed. “I don’t know how you do it, but you always seem to know how to say the right thing. What would I do without you, Benjamin?”
“You’ll be all right without me. Because you’re stronger than that,” said Benjamin quietly.
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art, writing, characters (c) me
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