Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
She makes him better, and he makes her better, but it's so unfortunate that she can't voice this either. Her mind wants to spew all of the negatives rather than the positives, because she just doesn't know how else to look at things. All of her life has been spent fighting, running, pulling herself together even when all she wants is to fall apart. With Milo, it's different. Nothing is the same. Nothing feels the same; it feels safer, warmer, lighter.. like she could let her guard down. But that's what she's most afraid of doing, even if it's also what she needs more than anything.
"How could you say that?" She demands with a cracking tremble in her voice, tears beginning to make their streaks across her face. She's not caring if it's hypocritcal, not caring if he's confused or what-have-you. She hates it, hates that anyone could bring her down to such a low place.
She backs further into the water, legs hiking up against the push of the waves, until it envelopes her waist. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Milo," her voice hinges with desperation, whimpering out the words through her tears. "I can't get through it, not without you... but I don't know how to fix myself! I'm fucked up, Milo, what if I never- what if I'm always gonna be afraid of that?" She raises her voice above the waves as she continues to back further and further into the water, until it takes her with it and she turns to accept it.
"I- I can't-" She can't handle the internal confliction; she feels her heart tearing right apart, feels her soul give way to the fresh loss, and she disappears into the water.
"How could you say that?" She demands with a cracking tremble in her voice, tears beginning to make their streaks across her face. She's not caring if it's hypocritcal, not caring if he's confused or what-have-you. She hates it, hates that anyone could bring her down to such a low place.
She backs further into the water, legs hiking up against the push of the waves, until it envelopes her waist. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Milo," her voice hinges with desperation, whimpering out the words through her tears. "I can't get through it, not without you... but I don't know how to fix myself! I'm fucked up, Milo, what if I never- what if I'm always gonna be afraid of that?" She raises her voice above the waves as she continues to back further and further into the water, until it takes her with it and she turns to accept it.
"I- I can't-" She can't handle the internal confliction; she feels her heart tearing right apart, feels her soul give way to the fresh loss, and she disappears into the water.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
