The Other Side (geetrick)

*10

"Hello? Hello? Oh you scared me."

I state empty at him as he giggled and smiles sweetly up at me. The contrast is great between the joy and my seemed misery. Not misery but passive.

"Gerard."

I never told him my name.

I blink at him and he smiles at me.

"You smile."

"I do and it's lovely."

You're lovely.

"Thank you," he blushes.

He never stops moving. He's always squirming and smiling and giggling and rocking.

His skirts, his stockings. The skirt is white. Plain white. It flashes into solid pastel purple for seconds.

"Im Patick•

"Why are you here?"

"You have a lovely home."

"You use that word often."

"I like it. I like you."

"You've not met me."

"I've met you now and I'd say I like you."

"You'd be a first.
I feel the color fading.

"Your fading."

"I'm not. You."

"Me? This is here for me. You're stealing this from me."

She blinks back at me.

"You're beautiful."

"You make no sense."

"She."

"Stop spewing nonsense."

"This isn't the real world."

"I know," she shamefully abandons her gaze, kicking at the dust.

"Your smile is gone."

"Sorry."

Stealing.

"They."

"They?"

"Stole."

"Why do you just say random words, Gerard?"

"You're beautiful."

She giggles. "Stop making sense."

"But they stole. What did they steal from you?"

Her smile is gone. It's fallen on the Forrest floor, laid carefully so it won't damaged.

"Your smile."

She blinks up at me.

"It gives me answers when I don't know the question."

She giggles, leaning forward and grabbing onto my jacket. She looks up at me with wide hopeful eyes. Her eyes. She presses our lips together. I can always feel her lips now. The pressure. She's beautiful.

"Save me," she whispers.

"From who?"

I hear too many answers but none of them come from her. Her face is serious yet empty in a way. Her eyes a tad wider them normal, her mouth a puffy straight line.