Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Complex emotions paraded across her pallid face while she listened and attempted to absorb what was said. For a time Maea didn't respond at all but merely pushed crumbs across the table, lost in thought. When she moved it was to swipe at her eyes again, tears coming back unbidden. A long, slow sigh had the feel of a mountain being set down, at least for a moment; the smile the offered Elizabeth in return was a tremulous thing, fleeting but of a kind that lit up her whole being. Lightning quick, there and gone again, it was a glimpse of who she was beneath the darkness; once upon a time Maea had smiled more easily, and laughed far more than she did these days. Getting tired of my own words
"It all comes down to trying, then?" She needed that to be verified, to somehow summarize not only what she was and wasn't, but what to do from here on. It was well and good to talk, but it meant nothing if she didn't follow up words with action. "If I just keep trying, something really is going to change?"
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
