Soundless

I knew we’d find a way to be together. I knew we’d always walk by each other’s sides in this world.

Perfection is an admirable thing to strive for. But so is knowing when to stop.

We’re pretty good at the impossible.

He will guide me up to the top of the mountain, no matter the cost to him. His resolve wraps around me, securing me more than any rope could.

My heart thunders in my chest as I close my eyes and lift my face toward his. I feel drunk, not from wine but from being with him in this way. I realize it’s not even about the setting or the clothes or the food. What marks this moment is that for the first time in our acquaintance, there really is no rank here. No artist, no miner. It’s just us.

Fei, you know you can trust me. I’m here for you. I always have been and always will be. Tell me what’s wrong.
You can’t keep rescuing me, I say.
Of course not, he agrees. You can rescue yourself—but perhaps I can give you a hand now and then.

I always see things—imagine them, I mean. Beautiful scenes. They burn in me, and I have to get them out.