when needles and lovers collapse on guilty beds

Burning down Neverland, scatter the ashes
White lines, black tar, the matches

"Thalassa, wait -" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, bothered by her sudden irritation and apparent preparation for departure. She'd been honest with him, after all - perhaps he owed her a little something in return. "I'm sorry. I'm... not used to sharing this kind of thing." A truth, such as it was, if only because he had very few people with whom to share secrets. Hopefully, it was enough to make her stay. He'd hate to part on bad terms.

Assuming that she didn't ignore him - and, honestly, who could blame her? - he took a deep breath. "I care for Maea," he admitted quietly. "But everyone I've ever cared for is dead now, and I don't... think I can go through that again." After all, loving people? That was easy. It was the losing them that was near impossible.

Is this another dead by misadventure?
Tell me what you got, what you really got, hey, hey

Liam