smoking clouds like cigarettes

Theea

I tilt my head a bit. Therapist. That’s a new one. ”Never actually met a therapist. You talk to people about their problems, right? Tell them how to figure it out?” I take another bite of the bread, thinking for a moment. ”My mom would never, but she could use that.” I smirk a little, though it’s shaded with sadness. I wonder, if she would just talk to someone about it all, would she be a different person?

Then comes the topic of lost family. I pull a flask of water from my bag, taking a small drink before offering it to Elizabeth with a brief, ”It’s just just water.” Some people don’t like sharing drinks, but I can’t not offer.

“I’ve never actually met them,” I reply. ”At least not since I was forming memories. I think I met them when I was very young. They’re my uncles—and I guess I’ve got cousins too.” I smile at that, eyes gleaming. ”It’s been like ten years since she’s spoken to them, so I’m going to find them to meet them for myself. Not related by blood, but she called them brothers.” Then I clear my throat a little. If she knows one legendary figure of leadership, maybe she knows others, too. ”The White Knight. And the Bastion. Have you heard of them?”

cause we waited years and years

just to make it worth the tears

to find out that we're not in this alone

so keep your head up high in these hours of the night

so when atlas drops the world on your shoulders, you still won't fall