misplaced-my-notes:

Logan

The cracked bindings of books well read. Uneven bookshelves. The layer of dust on a page, left open, for another day. Soft whispers in the library that echo off the rotund ceiling. Breathless wonder and heartbreak when a story ends too soon.

Roman

The silver sliver of light around a cloud passing in front of the sun. The crackle of charcoal in the fireplace; the pop of the wood as the flame dies. Grasping hands at skin, feverish and excited. The exhilaration before the jump. The spark before the burn. The voice in an opera hall, looping back over in tragic vibrato. Eyes wet with tears as the song ends.

Patton

Sweaty palms from holding hands with someone you love. A quiet meadow filled with tall, tall grass. A horizon that you cannot reach; a horizon that you don’t want to touch. Breathless laughter under the blankets on a cold, cold night. Soft, feathery whispers against skin. Pictures on the wall; some old, some older. Loneliness in the company of others. Light of a candle in a dark room.

Virgil

The rumble of thunder, far, far away. Frogs singing in the dead of night outside the bedroom window. The curtain swaying in the breeze. A head on your shoulder. A weight in your heart. The burn of ice in your lungs when you breathe deep in winter. The safety of the blankets. The fear of the monsters under the bed. The bite of sarcasm. Silence where there should be sound.