Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
She did not miss the part he left out. And it was a knife to the last sliver of hope she'd carried somewhere within. That maybe, maybe, there had been something left to salvage. That beneath hurt and anger and resentment they could have found a way.
But not. It would never work. She was not one to share, and he would not limit himself. And that was it, wasn't it?
Maea's face was an empty mask, void of external expression. No tears, no objections. She nodded. "I believe you," she said. A little distant, but her gaze remained fixed on him. It felt like a goodbye. Where could they go from here? "I don't know. Were we ever just friends? At the very least... I doubt I will be able to forget. Any of it."
The good or the bad. Or that they lost it.
But not. It would never work. She was not one to share, and he would not limit himself. And that was it, wasn't it?
Maea's face was an empty mask, void of external expression. No tears, no objections. She nodded. "I believe you," she said. A little distant, but her gaze remained fixed on him. It felt like a goodbye. Where could they go from here? "I don't know. Were we ever just friends? At the very least... I doubt I will be able to forget. Any of it."
The good or the bad. Or that they lost it.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
