zephyr
His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
You hate this version of you. The version that still spirals every time you think about her, the version that's only a shadow of the man you were before. You hate it because you know she'd hate it, but what are you supposed to do? She's gone, driven away by the very blackness you still cling to like armor, unable to deal with the loss of her husband so soon after her son.
Luckily the awkwardness is interrupted by Raza. Her shit-eating grin is a welcome point of brightness; you answer with your own almost-smile, jerking your head in greeting. "Discussin' your beauty as always, Raz." She's a balm to your old wounds, a reminder of the good days before Ray got sick and Ellie got sad and you became this hollow shell of a man.
Leaning forward, you offer her your drink in customary greeting. "Actually, you're just in time. I hear Apopo blowin' fucked up the Fingers somethin' fierce. You know anythin' 'bout that?"
Luckily the awkwardness is interrupted by Raza. Her shit-eating grin is a welcome point of brightness; you answer with your own almost-smile, jerking your head in greeting. "Discussin' your beauty as always, Raz." She's a balm to your old wounds, a reminder of the good days before Ray got sick and Ellie got sad and you became this hollow shell of a man.
Leaning forward, you offer her your drink in customary greeting. "Actually, you're just in time. I hear Apopo blowin' fucked up the Fingers somethin' fierce. You know anythin' 'bout that?"
Past the wondering eyes
of the ones that were left behind
of the ones that were left behind
