I turned my head toward his voice, my eyes still closed. What’s that?
Well, you started slowly, its like we’ve got a string tying us together. It’s knotted on my ribs, just between my heart and lungs and somehow I feel its knotted to a similar place on you. And if something should come between us, some miles and miles and miles, our string would snap. You laughed nervously. And then, I have an awful fear that I should take to bleeding inwardly...yet you’d go on, right as rain.
I laughed lazily. You think me utterly heartless, don’t you? I played, afraid of the intensity in your voice. You kicked my leg and laughed.