Thalassa
I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell.
I wanted to shout about it.
I wanted to shout about it.
Her tear is joined by a splattering of rain on her cheek. Thal is slightly aware of a presence blocking her view from Maea and she wants to crawl closer in hopes of seeing some sign of life on the Ancient's face. If she could, maybe her worst nightmares wouldn't be coming true. Maybe she could prove her suspicions wrong and they can go back to laughing as they run through snowy fields. Maybe Maea will stand up and scold her for being greedy, but still failing in the end. How did everything go so wrong?
Thal doesn't welcome the warm, wet fingertips that caress her or the blossoming life in her chest. It almost feels more painful, like a dying limb being reperfused. A crying sob escapes before she can stifle it fully and she pulls herself tighter, trying to escape the undeserved feeling. When the sensation fades along with her invisible wound, she stays frozen in tension and apprehension. As much as she wants to collapse into oblivion, Thal has to face the truth. So, with fast, shallow breaths, she lifts herself enough to close the distance towards the gathering crowd, not sure what she'll do when she confirms what she already knows.
Thal doesn't welcome the warm, wet fingertips that caress her or the blossoming life in her chest. It almost feels more painful, like a dying limb being reperfused. A crying sob escapes before she can stifle it fully and she pulls herself tighter, trying to escape the undeserved feeling. When the sensation fades along with her invisible wound, she stays frozen in tension and apprehension. As much as she wants to collapse into oblivion, Thal has to face the truth. So, with fast, shallow breaths, she lifts herself enough to close the distance towards the gathering crowd, not sure what she'll do when she confirms what she already knows.
But all I could do was whipser,
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."
