MELITA
A part of her longed to howl back into the void and ask it do its worst (except – if this was some layer, some lacquer, already plied to her, then maybe she truly couldn’t face it). A part of her yearned to hang her head and simply give in, sob, quake, perish, beneath the haze of incoming morning. She did neither, blinking away the barrage of tears threatening to come over her again, a subtle sniffle waging through the armaments. A light laugh, a way to mingle, shake it all away, followed on his words, on his rues and regrets, because there was nothing either of them could do about it. Her shoulders shrugged again, and she seemed to go through a whole series of movements and motions to shirk the weaknesses, the vulnerabilities, back into their shells, hidden, out of sight, out of mind. Something shirked through her throat, a I hope you never have to either or Caido is bound to come up with some other trauma for you, but neither seemed fitting, it could've already happened (what would she know?) and she merely shifted her gaze back to the sea, where worlds were absorbed.“A week,” she nodded, as if this were purely medical components and not a nightmare, seething and burrowed, buried and hollowed, in the machinations of her mind, clearer and clearer still every time she closed her eyes. Maybe she could endure it. Maybe she didn’t have a choice.
A sigh filtered through again, before her eyes caught the pink shapes cutting through the horizon again, finned. Perhaps sharks, dolphins, or whales of some kind? A much more generous thought than the ones threatening to pierce and pursue her, she angled forward, arm extending, a finger pointing towards the scene. “Do you know what those are?”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
