If she were trapped, the cage would be built for two. He couldn't say how he got here, or how long it's been, except that he can't presently remember anything before being in this room, in the corner with his feet at right-angles to the wall, watching her. Watching her watching.
If she notices, turns away from the door and the slow dismantling of her defences she'll see a face she knows or knew four years ago. His hair as long as it was back then, curling just under his ears. His clothes even traceable to a certain point in their history, before there really was much of a they to speak of. Against the blank sheet of the wall his colours are muted, as though he's dreaming himself in sepia. He seems to know her better than he should, although the first thing to break the silence besides the metallic scrapes of locks and keys is a question.
and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?
If she notices, turns away from the door and the slow dismantling of her defences she'll see a face she knows or knew four years ago. His hair as long as it was back then, curling just under his ears. His clothes even traceable to a certain point in their history, before there really was much of a they to speak of. Against the blank sheet of the wall his colours are muted, as though he's dreaming himself in sepia. He seems to know her better than he should, although the first thing to break the silence besides the metallic scrapes of locks and keys is a question.
"Why are you doing this alone?"