Words

Wrong, this is just wrong, this is not something that just happens. Things take time, and somehow there was a huge gap missing, a jump in time from nothing to something. A wrong something, a twisted, sick, crippled something that would be better off as a nothing. Of course, now that they were here in the first place, there wasn't much to do about it. They could live it out here and now or they could let the wrong die. Wordlessly, they both hung on, kept on going, had room for one another. Silently. Words. Words would be their undoing.