knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
So there it was – out in the open. If Nate didn’t come back. If he fell apart in the midst of this grand scale operation. If something occurred, abysmal and bleak. If he couldn’t make it home. And she and Sunjata would be left with one another – and she doubted either one would survive the onslaught. The pain. The torment that came with loss. Melita couldn’t imagine what the Flood would concoct or do without the Ascended before her, and she didn’t want to slink into the motions of her own upheaval. She’d already lost scores of family before.
So the youth fought the shudder, the notion, the revolution spiraling in her blood, her eyes making their way down to the floor, where the kittens still played, innocent and unaware. The wave of emotions stirred and hurt and she nearly refused to fold into this game, this realm of stakes and possibilities no one wanted to face. “I’ve tried to talk to him so many times. He just shuts me out.” Too similar. Too stubborn. Too far forged into their own travesties and ruin. It hadn’t always been this way – and she was never quite sure where they’d stepped into oblivion so hastily, so rashly. Perhaps it’d been her. Perhaps it’d been him. Perhaps it’d just been the multitudes of terrors and torments, trials and tribulations, in the past, the present, the future – and she simply no longer mattered. “I don’t think he even wants me around.” And then, it'd only become so much worse.
So the youth fought the shudder, the notion, the revolution spiraling in her blood, her eyes making their way down to the floor, where the kittens still played, innocent and unaware. The wave of emotions stirred and hurt and she nearly refused to fold into this game, this realm of stakes and possibilities no one wanted to face. “I’ve tried to talk to him so many times. He just shuts me out.” Too similar. Too stubborn. Too far forged into their own travesties and ruin. It hadn’t always been this way – and she was never quite sure where they’d stepped into oblivion so hastily, so rashly. Perhaps it’d been her. Perhaps it’d been him. Perhaps it’d just been the multitudes of terrors and torments, trials and tribulations, in the past, the present, the future – and she simply no longer mattered. “I don’t think he even wants me around.” And then, it'd only become so much worse.
Melita
