The things they taught you
they're lining up to haunt you
Since the Voice had stripped him of his power and strength, Sam had retreated from public life in Torchline considerably. His work for the Grounders was done until Longnight came after all and Zeph's house was a relative sanctuary, quiet and peaceful.
Still, he couldn't stay there all the time. As the moments and hours went on he felt increasingly guilty about taking up space in the man's home, in the world at all, when he was so worthless again. Just like he was when he had lived in solitude in his little world of books, just like his father had said. In an effort to try and shut up the voices in his head that said things like pathetic and useless, he had gone for a walk.
He'd always been one for a little fantasy and superstition. When he realised he was walking towards the Miana pool, he looked for a nice stone on the way there, thinking wishing might at least make him feel a little better. It was smooth and cold in his hand and when he reached the pool something like calm had taken him over, enough so that he felt alright speaking out into the darkness of the night, even if it meant hearing his own broken voice.
Dropping the stone, he quietly said to the ocean: "Please. L-Let it all be..be..b-be alright. Just...somehow. Let it be alright."
Still, he couldn't stay there all the time. As the moments and hours went on he felt increasingly guilty about taking up space in the man's home, in the world at all, when he was so worthless again. Just like he was when he had lived in solitude in his little world of books, just like his father had said. In an effort to try and shut up the voices in his head that said things like pathetic and useless, he had gone for a walk.
He'd always been one for a little fantasy and superstition. When he realised he was walking towards the Miana pool, he looked for a nice stone on the way there, thinking wishing might at least make him feel a little better. It was smooth and cold in his hand and when he reached the pool something like calm had taken him over, enough so that he felt alright speaking out into the darkness of the night, even if it meant hearing his own broken voice.
Dropping the stone, he quietly said to the ocean: "Please. L-Let it all be..be..b-be alright. Just...somehow. Let it be alright."
You got your back against the wall
Samuel
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