unsettled

it causes a blunt separation. a canyon of uncomfortable silence.

but not immediately. it's slow. too slow to be painful or apparent. until the earth cracks and you find the two of you on either side. and while you're watching, he is walking away.

two attempts. two different men.

and while it's her responsibility to bear, it is also the nature of this beast...so untraditional, burdened with unknowns, and fucked up crazy.

and at first, the reaction is...normal. a quick opening of eyes, questions, conversation. she feels a tug from deep inside her gut, the instinct to shut down. too much right now. she is uncomfortable for having revealed the soft belly of her vulnerability.

the nights are detrimental. the ones that aren't spent together. he begins to think. thinks about the statistical probability, the outrageous statement, the way that its carried so matter of fact in this unlikely package. and the stories begin to weave themselves, and he finds himself uncomfortable with what he can only see as a potential lie instead of an improbable truth.

the first crack in the soft and damp earth appears. and she never knows it. she is unaware until the dark soil parts with such sudden force to cause an imbalance. she is only cognitive in the moments before, when she sees his face and watches his mouth form the earth shattering words.

canyons on either side. an unlikely path in front of her. she walks onward and tepidly. has accepted her journey as fact, lost in her own explanations and what ifs.