Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Watching the books began to dislodge from the shelf, Maea's instincts as a lover of literature kicked in.
"Wait, hang on –"
But before she could formulate her concern, the tomes suddenly came free. Hurrying forth to catch them, Maea winced as sharp corners dug into her arms and chest, and found herself staggered by the weight that dropped into her arms. The hardbacks were heavy; carefully sinking down onto the floor she slipped them aside on the ground, until only the soft-bound one remained in her lap.
"What... is this?" Hesitant to even touch it, she nevertheless reached for the cover, to flip it open.
"Wait, hang on –"
But before she could formulate her concern, the tomes suddenly came free. Hurrying forth to catch them, Maea winced as sharp corners dug into her arms and chest, and found herself staggered by the weight that dropped into her arms. The hardbacks were heavy; carefully sinking down onto the floor she slipped them aside on the ground, until only the soft-bound one remained in her lap.
"What... is this?" Hesitant to even touch it, she nevertheless reached for the cover, to flip it open.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
