Some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes
We are the ones who don't slow down at all
We are the ones who don't slow down at all
He freezes, but it's more like a sudden turning to stone than a flinch away from her voice. She isn't sure which she would have preferred. Unsure what to do now that he is aware of her presence (run? Nod and move along? Move forward, reach out, determine he is not some figure of her imagination?) she merely stands there, useless and uncertain in a way that doesn't suit her.
Automatically her eyes fall to scan him from head to toe when he turns to her. Looking for...she isn't sure. Perhaps it's just another habit she can't break. Making sure he isn't injured, just as she had every time he'd come home. There are even more plentiful scars now, and her mouth turns downward without her conscious control, far too obvious on any other day or with any other person. Lifting her eyes to the neutral steel of his own, she stays rooted where she is even as a selfish desire urges her forward. He is not the only one with the letters on his mind. But what more can even be said that wasn't written in ink on that day? He had refused to forgive her, and she had not asked for it. That was that. And now here they are.
What now?
"Maeve told me you'd left Torchline. Did you move here?" It's too much like small talk, and she hates it, but Hotaru doesn't have the right to ask him about his scars anymore.
Automatically her eyes fall to scan him from head to toe when he turns to her. Looking for...she isn't sure. Perhaps it's just another habit she can't break. Making sure he isn't injured, just as she had every time he'd come home. There are even more plentiful scars now, and her mouth turns downward without her conscious control, far too obvious on any other day or with any other person. Lifting her eyes to the neutral steel of his own, she stays rooted where she is even as a selfish desire urges her forward. He is not the only one with the letters on his mind. But what more can even be said that wasn't written in ink on that day? He had refused to forgive her, and she had not asked for it. That was that. And now here they are.
What now?
"Maeve told me you'd left Torchline. Did you move here?" It's too much like small talk, and she hates it, but Hotaru doesn't have the right to ask him about his scars anymore.
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
HOTARU
