All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
All I ever needed
Liam could understand the difference between needs and wants all too well, having survived for the past few years by satisfying his basic needs, never thinking about what he might want or wish for. It seemed enough just to scrape by, to live day by day, never thinking too far into the future. Now, though, all that seemed to have been upended. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted, but he knew that it was more than he’d been doing for the past few years.
”Yeah,” he said softly, leaning his head back against the edge of the pool. ”I get that. Just… if you do think of something, let me know?” That way, he could at least contribute in some small way to making the Greatwood feel more like home.
Liam’s gaze flickered over to Maea as she stared, unseeing, at some imagined landscape past him. She spoke of thriving rather than surviving, and not for the first time, he felt a certain unexplainable kinship with the Ancient. What had he been doing all this time, if not simply surviving? And what might his life look like if he allowed himself to thrive? For so long, he’d been lost to his grief, but now… now he was starting to imagine that there might be life left for him to life.
And it was all thanks to Maea.
Maea, who refused to give up, who was determined to right past wrongs no matter the cost. Maea, who wanted more from life than the bare minimum, who longed to mend the bridges she’d burned along the way and who, Liam thought, might die trying. She was brave, fearless even, in a way that Liam couldn’t quite grasp or explain, but he admired her all the more for that nameless quality that called to him.
”I can understand that,” he said finally. ”What does thriving look like to you?” Because he wasn’t sure what it looked like to him. Was it finding a purpose, finding love again, finding a place to truly belong? Because Liam had none of those things, but maybe, just maybe, he was ready to start trying to find them.
”Yeah,” he said softly, leaning his head back against the edge of the pool. ”I get that. Just… if you do think of something, let me know?” That way, he could at least contribute in some small way to making the Greatwood feel more like home.
Liam’s gaze flickered over to Maea as she stared, unseeing, at some imagined landscape past him. She spoke of thriving rather than surviving, and not for the first time, he felt a certain unexplainable kinship with the Ancient. What had he been doing all this time, if not simply surviving? And what might his life look like if he allowed himself to thrive? For so long, he’d been lost to his grief, but now… now he was starting to imagine that there might be life left for him to life.
And it was all thanks to Maea.
Maea, who refused to give up, who was determined to right past wrongs no matter the cost. Maea, who wanted more from life than the bare minimum, who longed to mend the bridges she’d burned along the way and who, Liam thought, might die trying. She was brave, fearless even, in a way that Liam couldn’t quite grasp or explain, but he admired her all the more for that nameless quality that called to him.
”I can understand that,” he said finally. ”What does thriving look like to you?” Because he wasn’t sure what it looked like to him. Was it finding a purpose, finding love again, finding a place to truly belong? Because Liam had none of those things, but maybe, just maybe, he was ready to start trying to find them.
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary; they can only do harm
Words are very unnecessary; they can only do harm
Liam
