Everest
The glass shook in his hands as he drank, the rim clicking softly against his teeth. He didn’t look at Isla—couldn’t. His eyes darted from the edge of the bedside table to the wall to the floor, searching for somewhere safe to rest that wasn’t her face. Everything around him was too much: the texture of the sheets, the faint salt in the air, the sound of waves outside the window that felt like they were crashing inside his skull.
He rubbed at his temple with one trembling hand. "I appreciate… that you told them I was safe," he murmured, voice quiet and precise, like each word had been practiced. Another flicker of movement crossed his face, not quite a wince, not quite a frown. "You didn’t have to come with me to Stormbreak," he added quickly, almost automatically, like it was the polite thing to say. "You’ve done a lot already." Overstepped, some might say.
His breath hitched slightly, but he forced it steady again. His thumb rubbed over the inside of his wrist, a repetitive motion he didn’t seem aware of.
He rubbed at his temple with one trembling hand. "I appreciate… that you told them I was safe," he murmured, voice quiet and precise, like each word had been practiced. Another flicker of movement crossed his face, not quite a wince, not quite a frown. "You didn’t have to come with me to Stormbreak," he added quickly, almost automatically, like it was the polite thing to say. "You’ve done a lot already." Overstepped, some might say.
His breath hitched slightly, but he forced it steady again. His thumb rubbed over the inside of his wrist, a repetitive motion he didn’t seem aware of.
I wish that I could find the words,
to tell you how much that it hurts
That I'm not who you wanted me to be
to tell you how much that it hurts
That I'm not who you wanted me to be
