Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Cold trickled up her spine. All too vividly she recalled the insatiable hunger just after being remade. The hollow, aching need to rip into anything that moved - it still haunted her, and that had been only once. To do that to someone over and over again - horrific was putting it mildly.
"How are you still sane?" The words slipped from her in a hoarse murmur, more heartfelt than tactful. Now she realized how poor of a comparison her own experiences must seem. While still traumatic and damaging to her, there were levels even to suffering. No doubt she seemed awfully spoiled, to be complaining about her life.
"How are you still sane?" The words slipped from her in a hoarse murmur, more heartfelt than tactful. Now she realized how poor of a comparison her own experiences must seem. While still traumatic and damaging to her, there were levels even to suffering. No doubt she seemed awfully spoiled, to be complaining about her life.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
