Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
He took her hand before it could fall, and it gave her impossible hope. That hope swelled when he reached for her, touched her, pulled her in close; and she couldn't resist him. Never could, didn't know how, and didn't want to.
"You're probably right," Maea agreed. She was a fool, and he was too, and that was okay. Love made fools of everyone, it was just the price to pay.
Maea's arms came up and wrapped tightly around his neck, her eyes terribly sad and soft and relieved at the same time, when she looked back at him. Because he was still leaving her... but there was a door left open. A chance, a sliver of hope, a maybe that she clung to, as desperately as she clung to him.
He asked her to stay, if only a little longer... and she only had one reply to that, as he brushed tears from her cheeks and touched her hair, the way she loved so much.
"Always." And she leaned in, to kiss his bloodstained lips. Fingers threading into his hair. Accepting the bargain, one sided as it was. Painful as it was... because she didn't know if this was the last time. Maybe he would come back to her, maybe this was the end of them.
Only time would tell. But.. at least he wasn't running. This didn't feel like a man running for the hills, more... a tactical retreat, to regroup and get the bearings straight. A technical timeout, if you will.
Maea thought she could live with that.
"You're probably right," Maea agreed. She was a fool, and he was too, and that was okay. Love made fools of everyone, it was just the price to pay.
Maea's arms came up and wrapped tightly around his neck, her eyes terribly sad and soft and relieved at the same time, when she looked back at him. Because he was still leaving her... but there was a door left open. A chance, a sliver of hope, a maybe that she clung to, as desperately as she clung to him.
He asked her to stay, if only a little longer... and she only had one reply to that, as he brushed tears from her cheeks and touched her hair, the way she loved so much.
"Always." And she leaned in, to kiss his bloodstained lips. Fingers threading into his hair. Accepting the bargain, one sided as it was. Painful as it was... because she didn't know if this was the last time. Maybe he would come back to her, maybe this was the end of them.
Only time would tell. But.. at least he wasn't running. This didn't feel like a man running for the hills, more... a tactical retreat, to regroup and get the bearings straight. A technical timeout, if you will.
Maea thought she could live with that.
