to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She took his apology, but wouldn’t have the fathoms to reach the other nuances. No, she hadn’t had any partners breaking and slashing her heart. She had worlds broken. She had a mother’s sacrifice and a twin’s demise, and then everything else battered against her – incapable of doing anything but moving on. Should she have stayed, stranded in her grief? Should she have lingered in those dastardly hellholes until she fell apart?Fuck that. She honored, loved, and cherished her family, and then she clenched her jaw and kindled her spirit, her soul, all over again.
“I didn’t say to move on from them. But what are you supposed to do?” She shrugged, because the Honeybee didn’t know either. There weren’t any easy answers, and they’d didn’t smolder in simplicity. “Did she want your help? Or just leave you to do everything else?” She found it unlike Maeve, but the youth hadn’t experienced a child leaving, departing, fucking off to gods knows where.
If she was instigating or agitating it was difficult to tell, but Melita wasn’t afraid of him. She’d encountered rage so many times that she openly stared it in the face, waiting for embers to coil and bloom. As he threw shit, she laughed. “Good.” And followed through on snagging a piece of driftwood, letting it roll from her arm, and go the way of the bottle.
to be the sun
MELITA
