[SE] this castle of glass

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

A faint grimace twisted her lips, the assurance - or compliment - shrugged off with such ease that it seemed habitual. Ingrained, a self deprecation that went bone deep and perhaps lay as a foundation for all the other woes this young woman cloaked her in like it was the finest garb. Unaware that she had even done anything, she hovered uncertainly for a moment, following Elizabeth's indication with her gaze and assessing the cafe.

"Hm, I... sure. Why not."

There wasn't enough fight in her to avoid the inevitable. Perhaps it wouldn't be as bad as she feared. Perhaps it was about time that she stopped running from everyone she knew. Maybe, just maybe, this woman was exactly who she should be talking to at this point, because gods knew Maea hadn't gotten anywhere on her own. She had returned from death for a second time, determined to actually live, and yet... here she was. Cowering, hiding, wasting what precious time she'd been gifted on fear.

Making an effort to straighten her back, she fell into step beside the therapist, and headed for the eatery. It couldn't get worse, she told herself. It really, really could not get worse.


[FIN]

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3