'Your joy is my low' she used to say to me. 'We are nothing more than volatile whispers, you and me. You will die and i'll be left alone, bored, for my arch enemy will no longer live. I need you in this state. Whatever state. The state of breathing and heart-beating. Even though i hate you, I breathe your mood. I create you. And then i don't need you anymore.'
She made no sense for most people, but I knew she loved me. Don't question it, don't try to understand it. Don't even try to think it. It's nothing to be thought of, or questioned as much as there is nothing to be understood. It was that volatile whisper between me and her, that moment that was lingering in the air waiting for one of us to open the mouth and accidentally swallow it. And then the moment will have died, and we will have returned to being just two normal human beings. Thing is, neither of us ever killed it. That perfect silence could stay in between us even for days, it was all in the way she looked at me. And i knew when it's safe to open my mouth without tainting it.
And when the whisper would disappear, she would always look at me and smirk. I had played my part well and she was content. When the silence was over, it was time for the noise to burst out of us. We would scream, but not at eachother..we would scream together, as one entity, like kids do. On the count of three:
1..
2..
3.
