Thursday, August 9, 2012

Mara and Zack

HI OKAY FAVORITE SCENE IN THE ENTIRE BOOK TO WRITE
but here's the deal.
these two are perfect.
that's it.

Here's my favorite scene of them.

from mara's POV obvs


Happiness is relative though. Not everyone sees jubilee and cheerfulness the same way. Then sometimes, people do not see it at all; whether they choose to or not. I wonder now if Zack knows how unhappy he looks; or rather, if he cares. And if he does care, does he choose to be unhappy or does sadness consume him?
Despite the looks of the others, I sit down next to Zack. He has moved back behind everyone else; they are close to the edge of the cliff, which undoubtedly scares him, I can see it in his eyes.  And his hands. They’re shaking; yet the rest of him is calm. He sits cross-legged like before, while I place my hands behind me and straighten my legs out in front. The people around us start to shed clothing, one by one taking the daring plunge off the cliff and into the water. Screams fill the air and break the silence. Silence I crave; somehow I know Zack craves it too.
“Aren’t you coming in?” Tay asks sweetly.
“Maybe later.”
Shrugging casually, she dives in hands first, like an elegant swan. Zack and I breathe out at the same time. Huffs of air escaping our open lips; signs of instant relief. He chuckles softly; the tone is low and whole. “I don’t even want to be here.” He tells me, sighing.
“Then why do you come?”
“My brother.” I give him a confused look. “Drew. He’s my older brother; my parents won’t let him go out unless I go with him. Drew and Zack Light: The Light Brothers. Always living up to expectations – until now.” His voice is somber. It’s obvious now that the overwhelming sadness is not a chosen phenomenon. “Now the devil lives in my soul.” He laughs darkly. “At least that’s what the Sage says. He believes I am plagued with unhappiness for years to come.”
“Unhappiness because of what?” I want to know more about him. He intrigues me; I worry now of self-investment. I thirst for knowledge of his past. Who is he? Where did he come from? Who will he become?
“No one knows. It appeared out of nowhere. But it’s here to stay.” His mouth forms a defined frown.
“No it’s not.” I say, standing up. I begin to take off my dress until I’m just standing in my undergarments. I extend my hands down to help him up. “What are you doing?” He asks me while taking my hands. I don’t answer him at first. I unbutton his jacket slowly and then his shirt, throwing the tie to the side as well. “We’re going to find happiness.” I say.
“What do you mean?” He asks me, apparently very confused.
“You said unhappiness found you. Well, we’re going to find happiness.” I take his hand in mine, think no second thoughts, and leap off the edge of the cliff. He’s screaming at me, words of hurt I’m sure, but I can’t bring myself to care. My fingers are being crushed in between his but this is the happiest I’ve ever been. The air gets warmer as we fall; the wind floating down my scarcely clad body, raising goose bumps on my skin, giving me feeling. As soon as we hit the water, all the air gets pushed out of my chest. On impact, Zack and I are separated. I search for his hand but I don’t see him. At my first instinct to breathe, water floods my lungs. I splutter but eventually make it to the surface. While wading in the water, I see Zack break the surface not too far to my right. I look at him and nod at the bed of rock in front of us. We pull ourselves onto the rock and he stares at me with wide eyes. “You alright?” I ask cautiously.
“I feel alive.” He reaches over and wraps me in a hug. Water droplets roll off of our bodies, and the wind laps at our feet, but I am warm, I am calm in his embrace. “Thank you.” He whispers into my neck softly. I can feel his hot tears against my skin. I can’t say anything in return; tears block my throat. In my lack of ability, I rub his back repeatedly in circles. Tears continue to flow from his eyes, the pain released in physical form, him breaking down for everyone to see. Is this what alive feels like? Have I ever really been alive?

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