thousand times I've fallen

KIADA you kneel and say your prayers with shaking hands and a mouth full of metal but the blood in your mouth tastes nothing “To talk about it.” She says with that very same sharpness to her tone. “You can’t forget. Nobody is asking you to.” Gods knew she never forgot them. Not her brother, not her siblings, not her companion. Hell, not even her father wherever he was. She couldn’t forget them. But he continues on, continues to say that he doesn’t care whether he lives or dies, and it rears some ugly unforgiving head within her as she lets her gaze narrow on him, as he removes his arm from her grip. She’s half tempted to let him do it, but she knows better than that. She knows there’s people that would befriend him, who would be a part of his life, that would make up his family just as she had found. But he has to get there first. The door slams shut and she closes her eyes for a brief moment, sighing so incredibly sharp that Auni flinches before she's trudging up the stairs to head to the door as well, finding the front door open and him beyond it, following him with her gaze because she’s sure he won’t make it very far. nothing, like holy wine as it drips from your tongue during confession and your hail mary feels h o l l o w in the face of all that r e d