Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
A deep breath was followed by a shudder, of the kind that was soul deep and entirely heartfelt. "I really, truly do want to change," Maea murmured, and after rubbing fiercely at her eyes, they came away bloodshot and red, but with determination. "I no longer want my past to define what I can and can't do. I want to be a reliable person who can be trusted to finish what I start, who isn't so caught up in my own storms that I forget to be there for my friends." She did have some, strangely enough. Truly remarkable people who hadn't let her clumsy selfishness push them away. Getting tired of my own words
Looking across the table, she had a feeling that this person might come to be a friend, too. Certainly someone entrusted with her secrets, her shadow self, and all the things lurking on the periphery of the mind. All over again Maea felt daunted by the trust placed on this young woman; and possibly, she was ever so slightly proud of herself for daring this leap of faith.
"It can't have been easy listen to all of that... Thank you," she murmured softly.
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
