I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die.
The silence does nothing to ease her suffering, embarrassment turning to shame and darker still to devour the light of her. When Colt finally speaks again, it spurs her into action, a quiet unknown nod of her head that's nothing compared to the buoyancy she usually possesses. She feels drained and numb, hollowed out and aching as if she'd fought a thousand monsters and lost every battle.
Whether it's to look for survivors or to force herself to stare into the vacant eyes and imagine them as her own, Nova's feet begin to move of their own accord. They guide her through the remnants of the caravan, paying little attention to what surrounds her. She doesn't hide the shift of sand beneath his boots or the soft sniffles that flow from her invisible form where no one can see the heavy weight of her thoughts.
[FIN]
Whether it's to look for survivors or to force herself to stare into the vacant eyes and imagine them as her own, Nova's feet begin to move of their own accord. They guide her through the remnants of the caravan, paying little attention to what surrounds her. She doesn't hide the shift of sand beneath his boots or the soft sniffles that flow from her invisible form where no one can see the heavy weight of her thoughts.
[FIN]
Nova
I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
