Written June 17th, 2017. A random attempt at using this kind of writing style. Just a drabble; tell me what you think.

There is no rhyme, no reason, no inhibition when you look at me.

My voice flows from between chapped lips, stilted and not at all smooth and fluent; I'm struggling, stammering almost incoherently, and when you simply laugh, I frown and swat your outstretched hand. You grin at me, and those contained seas sparkle and fill with amusement when you look at me again.

You tip your head back, and the waters disappear behind closed eyelids. I watch and wait, huffing and crossing my arms, when you tilt your head to rest against my shoulder.

I stiffen and attempt to push you away, but hesitance clutches deep, prevents me to go further than raising my hands in a vague protest. In vain I let you do as you please, as you always do.

I have always been a prisoner to your whims, as nonsensical as they are and they can be, and this is no different. You remain silent, and I wonder why your usually babbling tongue is rendered still in this moment. It is an act which sets my mind adrift, and yet I remain by your side, silent and still, as I am wont to do.

"Say," a lock of your tousled hair brushes against the curve of my cheek, "Have you ever thought of leaving?"

I don't say anything in reply, rooting me to this spot where you lean against me, lifting your head and turning to face me so I am once again trapped within the waves of an unusually tempestuous ocean. You gaze back at me, insistently searching, probing into the even stare I return towards you. Your lips press into a thin line, and I see your teeth beginning to nip at the bottom, rose bleeding into darker crimson.

You're anxious as the silence stretches on between us. You don't say a word, not a thing else, and I do the same, yet inside I am wary, putting together the jagged pieces and disconnected fragments which you deem hints that you're leaving out in the open for me to pick up and attempt to fix into their rightful places.

You watch as I let out a sigh which ghosts upon your tanned cheeks, dusted with freckles and painted rose with the cold. I raise the phone you've gifted me with, long, long ago, and I hold it up so you can see the words.

"I haven't."

I see the waves rise and rise, reaching towards the skies which meets it at the distant point of its horizon. The waters churn temperamentally, darkened with an emotion which poisons and sharpens the words which fall from your tongue and scald my skin.

"Why? You're not thinking of staying, are you?" You demand, and I hold my tongue. "Don't stay for me when I know you have to go. I've accepted it, I know that you want to, you'll be happy if you do. Don't stay for me." Slowly, slowly, the waves ebb to its gentle peaks, and your voice—quiet, even in your anger—whispers softly as you place your hand upon mine.

"I'm not worth it."

"You are."

And in those eyes which resemble the seas and the skies and shades of blue I've always loved, in those uncharted waters—I close these eyes of the earth and forests you claimed to love, and I drown.

end.

The ending's pretty meh-ish... Anyway. What do you guys think? (Also the narrator's supposed to be deaf, which I totally came up with 2/3 of the way through xD.

..I just realized this reminds me of a pairing I know.. FayeeeM