Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Did it? The girl considered him, her expression closed, unreadable. Maea had been avoiding him. To give herself space. Time to settle hurt feelings. Being around someone who made her feel so much all at once, and having nowhere to vent those emotions, was exhausting. Sure, she could probably use him as a vent, still, but... it would not get her anywhere. Probably only breed resentment, when she kept asking for things he couldn't - or wouldn't - give.
It would be far easier to just cut the cord and let herself drift away. Leave, go to Halo and stay there. Run away, like Amalia had accused her of doing all those months when she was nowhere, lost even to herself.
When it came down to it though, Halo was not where she wanted to be. Nor was the Grounds, or even Torchline. Home... was no longer a place to her.
"It does," she told him, with a soft smile. "I would like to see it, very much."
Home could be a person, too.
It would be far easier to just cut the cord and let herself drift away. Leave, go to Halo and stay there. Run away, like Amalia had accused her of doing all those months when she was nowhere, lost even to herself.
When it came down to it though, Halo was not where she wanted to be. Nor was the Grounds, or even Torchline. Home... was no longer a place to her.
"It does," she told him, with a soft smile. "I would like to see it, very much."
Home could be a person, too.
