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What has happened in the past.
That moment again. That ruinous event that had almost spelt the end of them even knowing each other. It was agonising to think that one mistake, one foolish reaction, one poor choice of words had almost devastated the idea of them ever even talking again, let alone bringing about the impossible perfect dream that had somehow become Zhol's reality. That guilt twisted in his gut, the same as it did every time they were here at the baths. His eyes were drawn to the specific pool where it had happened; another uncomfortable stab in his emotions.
I need to show that for you.
That was it, wasn't it? That was the underlying life lesson beneath all of this. Not just literally showing each other how they looked, how they felt, and how they trusted; but gestures too, of love, affection, and everything else; showing, not just telling. Tangible, irrefutable proof. His eyes lingered on the offending pool.
"Come with me."
The words came out like a request, but Zhol didn't give her much of a choice. Turning back to Khara, he bent down and scooped her off her feet, not facing his body this time but draped across his arms, held aloft above the pool. With confident strides he began to wade through the water, stepping down from one pool to the next, before setting her gently down back on her feet. He stood in front of her, facing her, contemplating the memory that was burned into his mind, facing the right way, looking at her the right way.
"Do you remember what you said, the first time?" His hand gently brushed against her cheek, but he pulled it away, forcing it to his side. He hadn't done that, not then. It had to be the same, as perfectly the same, if there was any chance of overwriting that memory with this. "Say it to me again," he asked, "So that I can answer the right way this time."
What has happened in the past.
That moment again. That ruinous event that had almost spelt the end of them even knowing each other. It was agonising to think that one mistake, one foolish reaction, one poor choice of words had almost devastated the idea of them ever even talking again, let alone bringing about the impossible perfect dream that had somehow become Zhol's reality. That guilt twisted in his gut, the same as it did every time they were here at the baths. His eyes were drawn to the specific pool where it had happened; another uncomfortable stab in his emotions.
I need to show that for you.
That was it, wasn't it? That was the underlying life lesson beneath all of this. Not just literally showing each other how they looked, how they felt, and how they trusted; but gestures too, of love, affection, and everything else; showing, not just telling. Tangible, irrefutable proof. His eyes lingered on the offending pool.
"Come with me."
The words came out like a request, but Zhol didn't give her much of a choice. Turning back to Khara, he bent down and scooped her off her feet, not facing his body this time but draped across his arms, held aloft above the pool. With confident strides he began to wade through the water, stepping down from one pool to the next, before setting her gently down back on her feet. He stood in front of her, facing her, contemplating the memory that was burned into his mind, facing the right way, looking at her the right way.
"Do you remember what you said, the first time?" His hand gently brushed against her cheek, but he pulled it away, forcing it to his side. He hadn't done that, not then. It had to be the same, as perfectly the same, if there was any chance of overwriting that memory with this. "Say it to me again," he asked, "So that I can answer the right way this time."
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