REXANNA
I am your friend
a soul for your soul
Despite the words not coming out right, she understands what Peter is saying. And she nods to him with a soft smile of encouragement. She knows what it’s like, to not want to ask for help, to be self-sufficient. And he was just that. She’d never forget it. But silence overtakes them, and he steps back, sapphire eyes following his movements as he begins to make his leave, and she nods in agreement. “Yes, you should.” She agrees, if perhaps a bit sadly, but understandingly. The walls had ears, after all, that was the rumor she’d heard.
There is a small amount of surprise, however, when his retreating steps begin to move toward her, and he wraps her in a loose hug. For a moment she thinks she might cry, but instead wraps her own arms around him and pulls him in a small amount tighter. She would protect him, she would be there for him whenever he needed it. She would have to die before she were incapable of doing that much. Yet she lets him go when he chooses, appreciating the gesture even if she couldn’t feel it as well as she had before, and she steps back as well.
“Goodnight Peter.” She says softly, turning from him and disappearing into the night.
There is a small amount of surprise, however, when his retreating steps begin to move toward her, and he wraps her in a loose hug. For a moment she thinks she might cry, but instead wraps her own arms around him and pulls him in a small amount tighter. She would protect him, she would be there for him whenever he needed it. She would have to die before she were incapable of doing that much. Yet she lets him go when he chooses, appreciating the gesture even if she couldn’t feel it as well as she had before, and she steps back as well.
“Goodnight Peter.” She says softly, turning from him and disappearing into the night.
sun or water,
here or away
we are a lighthouse
we leave and we stay
