I love moments wherein you’re confessing a particular opinion to someone who then says it in exact unison.
It makes me giggle inside my head. “He’s a bit creepy”
I think I need a shot of mercy. Straight up, sticky blue in the shot glass. An able to give forgiveness as well as compassion. Top up the glass with understanding, with the slightest fruity hint of kindness. Let them sift and simmer together. Let colours swirling become empathy, emotion. Let the drink feel smooth going down, yet catch in the throat with a burn. Let you be sitting in a hotel bar, with a view of the lobby. Watch the players unite under elevator music. She’s obviously waiting, but not for what. She’s playing with her ring, she’s nervous, she doesn’t know why. Your hand trails down to your necklace, and you meet his eyes. It’s combat with wills. Will you be more stubborn than me? I see the strap between your teeth. I grab it and you won’t let go. I want to paint his nails with class. Show the room outside what I see. I won’t take pictures quietly.