Coiled Beneath Her Bones

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It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep.
The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.

She leaned back, staring down at the table where she had written the words out in red chalk.
The table was a chalk board and chalk in all colors was provided for patrons to sit and let their inner muse roll forth while the sip the java of the day.
A dot of yellow went to the flower she had drawn next to the words.

"Those words are haunted." a male voice said near to her right side.
She looked up to see a man standing there looking at her work on the table. A crease of concentration shown between his brows and his dark eyes seemed to almost be lost in some dark memory of his own.
She was sure that his bones kept dreams like hers as well as nightmares.

"They are haunted. When they come from a place of wanting they do tend to take on that flavor." she said softly as she put down the yellow chalk, not watching but hearing it roll over the table. Her gaze was riveted to this interesting man who came into her bubble of silence to ask about what she wrote.
Brave soul to enter the lair of the boar.

"There is more than one flavor here." his voice was low and now his gaze of chocolate had moved to latch onto her.

Did her heart stutter a moment? Indeed it did for it was like something inside her remembered this person from some where but she he was not immediately familiar.

"Indeed. There are flavors of true love, fear and resentment."

"I can see that but what about hope?" he said as he sat down in the chair beside her. His long dark hair brushed his shoulders and he sat his own coffee down to the left of her flower on the table.

"Hope is a pipe dream. A false door in an otherwise solid existence." she said and looked away to pick up her own caramel mocha coffee. Those combined flavors were soothing and lovely to her tongue. She needed to be distracted from this dark eyed stranger who was poking holes in her theories.
He made a soft grunting sound and then when she turned back to him he was writing on the table in blue chalk.

His words read; Hope shines the brightest in the darkest moments.

Her gaze lifted from the dusty, printed words beneath her little yellow and green daisy she had drawn and she inclined her head, a smile touching her lips.

"It has been a dark time for me. Perhaps you are the one who shows me the door truly opens to a brighter day?" her heart was pounding in anticipation and fear at his reaction. She had not felt this way in years.

His smile was truly incredible for it made him seem like a ray of sunshine even with his dark hair and eyes. He glowed with promise and adventure.

"I would be honored to show such an eloquent soul the sunshine that awaits. She only has to walk through the door."

She laughed and she knew she would be alright.
She knew that the secrets under her bones may be safe out in the gaze of this one.
Her fears were truly being starved and her joy was being fed.