[SE] Roads we walk in the dark

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

Pausing on the very edge of the block, teetering with excellent balance before letting herself slip forward, Maea dropped back to the floor and sank down, to sit on polished ground flush with heat, with her legs tucked tightly to the chest and the back pressed tight to dark stone. As she let her head fall back a horn knocked against the pew with a hollow thonk, and a sigh slipped from her.

Hadama knew to ask the real questions.

"I don't know," she admitted. "Stop being afraid? Stop running? It would be nice to feel like I belonged somewhere... " Turning to look at him, she was quiet for a moment. "What would you wish me to do?" Come to think of it, he had been rather quiet this whole time. Merely asking, saying little, expressing even less. She couldn't tell what went on beneath his collected expression. Was he angry? Hurt, sad, or simply fed up?

Maea supposed the couldn't blame him either way. Not sure she would want to deal with herself either, if the roles were reversed.

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

base inspired by Odd <3