[o] [SE] everything that we should be

To kiss in cars and downtown bars
Was all we needed

It was strangely lonely for Sohalia, even though she was surrounded by people. For all that she'd once been their queen, it almost seemed like no one remembered her. Here, now, she was just another face in the crowd - even more so, perhaps, without her companion at her side. Tarak had been unique, brilliantly colored and opinionated even at the best of times. It was at times like this, when she was sitting in silence, bypassed by shoppers and feeling very much alone, that she missed him the most.

Well, that and at night, when she was trying to sleep, and she saw his death play over and over again behind closed eyes.

Shuddering at the thought, Soh was about to rise and make her way towards her favored fabric shop when a wave and a familiar voice had her turning. "Oh, Maea! Hey," Soh said. She offered a smile to the Ancient, but it didn't quite cover up the sorrow that laced through her eyes, and her countenance was relatively subdued compared to other times they'd met. "I'm - hanging in there." Which was, arguably, the best she could do under the circumstances. "How about you?"

You drew stars around my scars
But now I'm bleedin'

Sohalia