Maea
The worst of all blessings
If he did judge her for her lack of restraint, for taking her pain out on others, she wouldn't blame him. If he'd needed longer to think about the ways her admission altered his views on her - not simply the quiet, caring person she strived to be but far more multifaceted and mercurial than she usually let on - she would have understood. If he'd let go and needed a minute, or days, or reconsidered everything they'd said today... Terrifying as that prospect was, she would accept it.
But he didn't. When he stirred, and she was about to apologise for dropping a confession like that like a stink bomb ibto their moment of bliss, it was only to pull her closer. Squeezing the quiet dread from her lungs with a compassion that had her tearing up in relief. Squeezing him back, she needed a moment to compose herself before she could meet his gaze. Grateful, ashamed, relieved - but speaking up had been worth all of it, for the weight it lifted from her chest.
"This is why you're the kindest person," she murmured, blinking treacherous dampness from her eyes. "Not sure many would accept something like this so easily..." Which made her more than fortunate, beyond blessed - desperately undeserving of the regard of a man like Liam. Could she be forgiven for wanting him anyway? She'd do anything to live up to the version of herself that he saw, if it was good enough to make up for the bad parts. Anything at all, in order not to disappoint him or cause him pain.
Realizing that she was sqeezing him with all she had, Maea made herself ease up on the death grip and relax back into the couch. "Do you have anything..?" Surely no topic or confession could be heavier than this - if he did want to talk about something it should be easy now.
But he didn't. When he stirred, and she was about to apologise for dropping a confession like that like a stink bomb ibto their moment of bliss, it was only to pull her closer. Squeezing the quiet dread from her lungs with a compassion that had her tearing up in relief. Squeezing him back, she needed a moment to compose herself before she could meet his gaze. Grateful, ashamed, relieved - but speaking up had been worth all of it, for the weight it lifted from her chest.
"This is why you're the kindest person," she murmured, blinking treacherous dampness from her eyes. "Not sure many would accept something like this so easily..." Which made her more than fortunate, beyond blessed - desperately undeserving of the regard of a man like Liam. Could she be forgiven for wanting him anyway? She'd do anything to live up to the version of herself that he saw, if it was good enough to make up for the bad parts. Anything at all, in order not to disappoint him or cause him pain.
Realizing that she was sqeezing him with all she had, Maea made herself ease up on the death grip and relax back into the couch. "Do you have anything..?" Surely no topic or confession could be heavier than this - if he did want to talk about something it should be easy now.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
