All expectations make her heart feel numb
She’d always prefer different endings – besides the breaking of her body, falling apart into something she can’t quite signify. I know echoed in between pieces of static, and her head fell against her knees, pressed against them, hiding and tucked away from the nothing that came and went. What she wouldn’t have given to be on the outside of these gods-forsaken-walls. What she wouldn’t give to even see the light, the stupid, stupid light, when the sun wasn’t piercing over her flesh.
The question blurred back at her, and she wanted to weep. There was so much more she could’ve done. The Priest. The coward. Maybe the Wraith would remember him from Torchline, all that time ago – pouring his hate into the sands. He took her from me. I wanted to do the same to him. But she couldn’t, hadn’t, as he slipped away again. I didn't get to.
As she came to be here, under their hook and thumb and ire.
The question blurred back at her, and she wanted to weep. There was so much more she could’ve done. The Priest. The coward. Maybe the Wraith would remember him from Torchline, all that time ago – pouring his hate into the sands. He took her from me. I wanted to do the same to him. But she couldn’t, hadn’t, as he slipped away again. I didn't get to.
As she came to be here, under their hook and thumb and ire.
MABEL
