Theea
one day, I'll be out of time
And I just wanna feel alive
And I just wanna feel alive
“The one time I ever asked a god for something, it was Frey,” I tell her. “I asked them to make me an adult—like I know they’ve done for others.”
My eyes flick toward the floor, tracing the worn boards, the way the dust shifts under our feet. “I didn’t exactly meet them, but they answered. Obviously.” A small, wry smile tugs at my mouth. “It was… strange. But good. Like something I’d been holding my breath for finally let go.”
When Caly squeezes my hand, I look up, and I can’t help but smile back. There’s something grounding in it—her warmth, her steadiness. When she says she’d go with me, my eyes widen just a little in surprise, then soften, grateful.
“Maybe sometime soon,” I say, nodding. “If I work up the nerve.”
I glance toward the broken window, out to the bright line of the horizon where sea meets sky. “I just want to do something with my life, you know? Offer the world something real. Make a difference to people.”
My voice is steady, not heavy—just honest.
“I don’t even know what I’d ask for. But maybe a god would know better than I do. What I need. Where I’m supposed to go.”
And I believe that, a little. ”If I could just stand in front of any god and ask, maybe they’d see something in me I haven’t found yet. Something worth shaping. Something worth giving.”
My eyes flick toward the floor, tracing the worn boards, the way the dust shifts under our feet. “I didn’t exactly meet them, but they answered. Obviously.” A small, wry smile tugs at my mouth. “It was… strange. But good. Like something I’d been holding my breath for finally let go.”
When Caly squeezes my hand, I look up, and I can’t help but smile back. There’s something grounding in it—her warmth, her steadiness. When she says she’d go with me, my eyes widen just a little in surprise, then soften, grateful.
“Maybe sometime soon,” I say, nodding. “If I work up the nerve.”
I glance toward the broken window, out to the bright line of the horizon where sea meets sky. “I just want to do something with my life, you know? Offer the world something real. Make a difference to people.”
My voice is steady, not heavy—just honest.
“I don’t even know what I’d ask for. But maybe a god would know better than I do. What I need. Where I’m supposed to go.”
And I believe that, a little. ”If I could just stand in front of any god and ask, maybe they’d see something in me I haven’t found yet. Something worth shaping. Something worth giving.”
look mama, i can fly
