Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
For once, Maea felt her age as she listened to the young woman's protests. It was a lot like listening to herself in her youth, the way she'd happily ignore pain or danger just to be include, just to be near another. No wonder Jigano had grown exasperated after she kept placing herself in those impossible situations. She had never paused to consider the other side of things. Still failed to do so a lot of the time... The proof of that was right before her. Getting tired of my own words
"I still think of you as a friend," Maea replied softly, as Thalassa's voice cracked. "That's the whole reason I kept away. I don't trust myself, Thalassa. I don't want to find myself standing over the corpse of someone I care about and realize it was me who killed them. If that hurts you, I am sorry. But I... I'm too scared of losing more friends." The passing of Harper was still fresh in her mind, and the ghost of him was joined by so many others. Her brother, Weaver, Jigano, Sam, Peter, Loren, Amun, on and on the list went, of those dead or simply gone.
It was ironic, she knew, that she was doing the vanishing act on Thal herself, like perhaps some of her old friends might have. Was Amun too simply lurking just out of sight?
She sighed. "I really am sorry, Thal. Can I... How can I make this up to you?"
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
