Thunder

A thunderclap hits the evening air sharply as a girl lays thinking about things that she should not be thinking about, with a general sense of malaise taking a stronger hold of her being with each new rumble. She ponders, as she has a few times previous to this, if perhaps she has inherited the dreadful mental illness that plagues her parental units. If this is the case, as she believes it to be, she wonders how much damage she shall do by allowing it to reign over her, without treating it in anyway. As she contemplates this, the age old familiar feeling of guilt coats the sadness, like the candy coating on an M&M. She rests her chin on her boyfriend's collarbone and stares up at his blissfully unaware face. He smiles and whispers three words, while she notes the irony and chides herself for being so unknowable. She grabs the book that holds the secrets once he leaves and peers once again at the writings of the tormented soul she loves, wondering if ever she shall know this one. She and he, so similar, so distant, both too stubborn, afraid, and buried to ever emerge from the pleasant facades they've created for the outside world. Together they shall live and sleep and never meet.