Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Distracted by whatever the hells that sensation had been, it took Maea a while to settle again. Waving down the waitress, she asked for a cold towel for Elizabeth's hand, and remained quiet until the burn had been properly seen to. Then she leaned back in her chair, letting out a slow breath. Getting tired of my own words
"Strange... feels like an understatement," Maea murmured, even as she shook herself to try and move past the feeling of being watched. "I was going to say, I'm sorry about the struggles you have in Halo. I wish I could do something to help... but much as I'd wish to, I can't really go there." It was a regret among many. "Finding ones feet... it is hard, yes. I feel like the world is changing too fast, and I can't keep up. I've changed too, but it seems I can't quite let go of the things I have lost. Family, friends, allegiances... So many of the dreams and plans I had for my life no longer hold any meaning."
Pushing the tart around on its plate, she rubbed crumbs off her fingertips and set it aside, any apetite gone.
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
