// to the green lessons //
She tried to keep the pathways memorized, the bits and pieces known; of where she could send letters or make visits, where for a few instances the world wouldn’t feel so out of place. Nodding along at the outlines, she bit at her lip again, holding back a thousand other thoughts and feelings – most emotional, some beyond the shades of heartbreak and into the more pragmatic (couldn’t he have the done the same here?) But she knew and understood enough not to argue the point; the need to feel safe sometimes overrode everything else. An instinctual, inherent pull – no one needed to be a prey animal to understand that.
She finally took second to glance upward and meet his eyes – what she saw there made her want to peel away – and she breathed lightly, hoped it didn’t fracture or catch. “Sure. I’m going to try and meet up with some others there too.” A divide and conquer sort of plan that sounded like more than just trial, error, and hope, forged and rolled into one. “Maybe by then we’ll be successful,” and she tried to wink, to make it light and airy – trainings committed, strength resounded, something not to bitterly broken and altered.
She finally took second to glance upward and meet his eyes – what she saw there made her want to peel away – and she breathed lightly, hoped it didn’t fracture or catch. “Sure. I’m going to try and meet up with some others there too.” A divide and conquer sort of plan that sounded like more than just trial, error, and hope, forged and rolled into one. “Maybe by then we’ll be successful,” and she tried to wink, to make it light and airy – trainings committed, strength resounded, something not to bitterly broken and altered.
Lena
// of soft, simple quiet beneath the sun //
