Theea
“Mandatory choice to become an assassin in his youth, but close enough,” I say, lips quirking into a smile, but I’m curious about the wording. “You were made to be their apprentice? Was there no other choice?” I’m suddenly sad for him—living a life you don’t want and didn’t get a choice in is a special kind of frustration, one I get. I know there are things I will never relate to about him—his leg, being an orphan, working with dead bodies for a living—but I can try to understand, I think.
I then nod, a little part of me wilting at the knowledge. A childish part of me wishes she could do it. Forteen-year-old me really hoped she could do it, and that wasn’t exactly all that long ago. “She doesn’t cope well with loss. And I think hearing about her mother, not being around when she died, made it too easy to break.” My brow furrows. “Sometimes I resent her for it.” I huff a big breath and flash an awkward sort of smile. “Sorry. I’m not good at keeping a lid on things.”
The topic of the festival is much lighter, albeit with some sadness. I’d like to see my father again, even if just for a moment. Or meet my grandmother. I only have one vague memory of her. “That sounds beautiful, and like fun. I think next Leafchange, I’ll go. I want to go to everything I’ve missed.” I swipe ran from my face and push my sopping hair back. “I’m not sure what lantern to make, but I’ll make one. Did you make one?”
I then nod, a little part of me wilting at the knowledge. A childish part of me wishes she could do it. Forteen-year-old me really hoped she could do it, and that wasn’t exactly all that long ago. “She doesn’t cope well with loss. And I think hearing about her mother, not being around when she died, made it too easy to break.” My brow furrows. “Sometimes I resent her for it.” I huff a big breath and flash an awkward sort of smile. “Sorry. I’m not good at keeping a lid on things.”
The topic of the festival is much lighter, albeit with some sadness. I’d like to see my father again, even if just for a moment. Or meet my grandmother. I only have one vague memory of her. “That sounds beautiful, and like fun. I think next Leafchange, I’ll go. I want to go to everything I’ve missed.” I swipe ran from my face and push my sopping hair back. “I’m not sure what lantern to make, but I’ll make one. Did you make one?”
welcome to the world of pretend
where we pretend we don't feel pain
where we pretend we don't feel pain
