meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
She stays there, wrapped within his arms, trapped and confined like a dying thing, unable to do anything but breathe. She stops fighting him quickly, too tired, too aware that it's a pointless endeavor. Once she may have been able to struggle, to wriggle free and assert herself, but now... well, now she lacks even the will to hold to her frustration for long.
"I am broken," she protests softly, her voice breaking as she shudders with sobs. She feels she might shatter if he were to let him go, that his arms are the only thing keeping her body and soul in check. It would be easier to break apart, she thinks, and part of her wants it desperately, just as surely as part of her wants to stay in the cage of the infirmary forever.
Shaking, shivering, she presses closer against him, her hands entwining in his hair as she tries to hide from the inevitability of her failure. "Every time... everything just goes wrong. And hurts. And it's so hard to keep being okay, Deimos, and if I go outside I have to pretend that I'm okay again."
"I am broken," she protests softly, her voice breaking as she shudders with sobs. She feels she might shatter if he were to let him go, that his arms are the only thing keeping her body and soul in check. It would be easier to break apart, she thinks, and part of her wants it desperately, just as surely as part of her wants to stay in the cage of the infirmary forever.
Shaking, shivering, she presses closer against him, her hands entwining in his hair as she tries to hide from the inevitability of her failure. "Every time... everything just goes wrong. And hurts. And it's so hard to keep being okay, Deimos, and if I go outside I have to pretend that I'm okay again."
day and night
