PETER
Peter didn’t know what he could say. He could see the pain in Maea’s face, clearly as he could see the sun in the sky, but he had no idea what to do about it. What he could do about it. As her eyes moved away from him, swept over the rotting remains of a life that had to have thrived, once, he stepped closer, shoulder to shoulder, hoping it was enough, hoping it was a gesture she recognized as akin to a hug, coming from him.
It was worse when she turned to look at him. He could feel the sorrow radiating off her Pierce his own chest, and he nodded, knowing when to leave someone to their own devices. Stepping back, he hesitated for a moment, almost not saying his next piece. ”Of course. I... I’ll come back later. Or... when you need me.” Then he offered her a look that tried very hard to be a smile, though it lacked all its warmth, and he stepped away, heading back towards town and doing his level best to not look back.
End
It was worse when she turned to look at him. He could feel the sorrow radiating off her Pierce his own chest, and he nodded, knowing when to leave someone to their own devices. Stepping back, he hesitated for a moment, almost not saying his next piece. ”Of course. I... I’ll come back later. Or... when you need me.” Then he offered her a look that tried very hard to be a smile, though it lacked all its warmth, and he stepped away, heading back towards town and doing his level best to not look back.
End
and our memories defeat us
and I’ll end this duress
and I’ll end this duress
