Maybe, I’m Sure

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." She felt his shoulder press into hers, saw the sincerity in his eyes - the helplessness when he couldn't offer anything to make things better - and she found his hand to catch it in a quick, grateful squeeze. Maea wasn't much of a hugger either, so she appreciated the simple gesture for what it was and felt blessed to have friends like him. "Thank you. Your offers mean a lot, I just want you to know that." They simply... came at a bad time. But next time they met? She would make sure to be happier, brighter, accept his help the way he deserved. When Peter made to leave, she wanted to change her mind and go after him. Leave this all to it's demise, start over fresh like she was the outlander and he the native to pick up her pieces. Reverse their roles, rely on him the way he had on her that day when they'd first met. But... she couldn't. So he left. And she lingered. And in the silence that returned, she finally let the tears fall, rolling freely down her cheeks. Out here, where no one went (but him) there was no one to hear her cry. ---- - FIN