What Breaks in Daybreak?
“What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light? ❞ —M. Atwood
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐢. Peachy margins of pale orange brushed fondly against sun-kissed skin, breathing out purpling speckles and pleased notes to sign the high in the middle of unnoticeable lows. As the night deepened, frigid mitts came in contact with her fervid body, slipping in between the soft caress of the mattress, and the hard of her back, mapping a trail on the ridges of her spine and memorizing every dip and curve of her flesh. Velvety sounds mixed in the air, trapped but freed inside the four walls of his sanctuary—a masterpiece he would've never produced without her warmth as the orange tucked them in tight. they collided like meteoroids entering the earth's atmosphere as he memorized every star there is in this found cosmos, incandescent when they came down from the golden, beads of sweat adhered on worn out faces glistening as moonlight filtered through the blinds.
𝐢𝐢. The thought of end was just the beginning as he understood her fears, where they rooted from and what it feels like to live with them. Flying down as she told him about her greatest heartbreak; how her parents used to be the living phenomenon of love and how they drifted apart like two unknown pieces, who before were the perfect ones, right before her eyes. She told him about the days she spent questioning the unknown on why people always come and go, and promises are made to shatter the weak, swearing to herself she'll never love like them, building barriers just for her to curl on his chest and confess how she ended up doing just the same.
Beyond the universe that listens to their inaudible conversation, as they spoke, they in fact tied familiarity not just with their bodies but with their hearts, too, and in the haze of what smelled like lavender, as it is the transition between night and day, he told her they could be different, that people don't always have to part ways.
𝐢𝐢𝐢. Asphalt turned into prussian blue; With a pleading palm caressing the arch of her waist, she was asked to stay.
It was as if an answer was given to what breaks in daybreak?
He knew. That with the gaping space beside him, he, all along had the answer.
His heart does.