"Weren't your fault." This is what you wanted to avoid- the apologies, the inability to make eye contact, the fucking pity people feel when you tell them about El. Sorry, they say, as though they had anything to do with it, as though they were the ones who didn't give her what she needed, who stood by as she fell apart.
Sorry, they say, as though it wasn't your sins that drove her to tumble over that ledge, and you to spend the next three years at the bottom of a bottle.
But that isn't his fault. It's yours.
Was it worth it, in the end? You raise your mug to your lips again, unwilling or unable to respond to his remark. It's a question you've asked yourself hundreds upon thousands of time before. Getting married, building the house, having Ray- was any of it worth it?
Get it fucking together, Zeph. You sit in silence as he recounts some of his youth, trying to claw your way out of your thoughts, latching into anything you can possibly find. Never lived somewhere nice and quiet. "Big family?" you wonder, hopeful that remembering his youth will help ease his mind (except doesn't he not like his sister? Fuck, too late. And, wait-) "-Feelin' safe? What's that mean?"
Sorry, they say, as though it wasn't your sins that drove her to tumble over that ledge, and you to spend the next three years at the bottom of a bottle.
But that isn't his fault. It's yours.
Was it worth it, in the end? You raise your mug to your lips again, unwilling or unable to respond to his remark. It's a question you've asked yourself hundreds upon thousands of time before. Getting married, building the house, having Ray- was any of it worth it?
Get it fucking together, Zeph. You sit in silence as he recounts some of his youth, trying to claw your way out of your thoughts, latching into anything you can possibly find. Never lived somewhere nice and quiet. "Big family?" you wonder, hopeful that remembering his youth will help ease his mind (except doesn't he not like his sister? Fuck, too late. And, wait-) "-Feelin' safe? What's that mean?"
and in the sea that's painted black
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
