Lena
even when no one was looking
I was still kind
I was still kind
Lena didn’t have much left but hope and determination, and even then, it felt rightfully adrift. Trying desperately not to frown, she plucked at the offered sentiments, quietly partaking at the pieces of donut, enriched by the flavors. At least there was always food.
Her head hung low then, wondering what else to say in the Zavien situation. She had no desire to place her burdens across Koa’s shoulders, and the pair had likely already discussed matters. She couldn’t but feel the distance; and maybe it was all her own doing, trying desperately to keep semblances under wraps, no intentions of open, gaping wounds, tenderly opting to stitch everything back together of her own accord. Just sometimes the needle wasn’t sharp enough, or the pain too immense. It was easier to drown in her work, than meander through the murk of her feelings.
So instead, she was quiet, listening to descriptions of what he planned – another departing. “You’re leaving too?” She said, though it was subdued, quiet, eyes suddenly downcast upon stones or gardens, another long sigh filtering through her lungs. But then, to hear why made sense, and she nodded, the understanding of Noe’s predicament lingering through. “I hope you can get everything situated there,” and she smiled, blurring through her own insecurities and trepidations. “If not though, the gods might listen.” Breaking off another piece of the donut, she tried and strived to keep things light, airy. “I think I’ll be visiting the Greatwood when I can too. It's lovely this time of year. Always so much to see and do.”
Her head hung low then, wondering what else to say in the Zavien situation. She had no desire to place her burdens across Koa’s shoulders, and the pair had likely already discussed matters. She couldn’t but feel the distance; and maybe it was all her own doing, trying desperately to keep semblances under wraps, no intentions of open, gaping wounds, tenderly opting to stitch everything back together of her own accord. Just sometimes the needle wasn’t sharp enough, or the pain too immense. It was easier to drown in her work, than meander through the murk of her feelings.
So instead, she was quiet, listening to descriptions of what he planned – another departing. “You’re leaving too?” She said, though it was subdued, quiet, eyes suddenly downcast upon stones or gardens, another long sigh filtering through her lungs. But then, to hear why made sense, and she nodded, the understanding of Noe’s predicament lingering through. “I hope you can get everything situated there,” and she smiled, blurring through her own insecurities and trepidations. “If not though, the gods might listen.” Breaking off another piece of the donut, she tried and strived to keep things light, airy. “I think I’ll be visiting the Greatwood when I can too. It's lovely this time of year. Always so much to see and do.”
with all of my heart
even when it is invisible
even when it is invisible
