to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
“Leaving you behind,” was her first thought, granted and given voice with a wistful smile. Too often she just took off, damn the consequences, in a rush, heedless, reckless, undaunted by the faults pressed against her skin, but rarely thinking about the others left in the dust. He didn’t let go her hand, nor did he seem bothered she’d sunken straight into old habits, equally unflinching and unabashed by her tendencies. Melita loosened a sigh, prospering her gaze elsewhere, along thorns and thistles, along crawling vines, along the colossal roots, but otherwise managed to maintain her sunny, emboldened disposition, grinding down into her determined state.
But it sounded like this wasn’t the only time he’d encountered anyone bounding off – his sibling much the same, and her eyes slipped back to his stare for a moment, tipping her head in study and scrutiny, while Fangorn rustled about in fallen leaves. “I used to drag my sister along too,” a brightening smile to cover up the weight of loss and sorrow, the anguish in speaking of Clementine, always as if she were a flicker of a memory, a haze of sweetness not meant to last. “Where else you have you explored?” Because it seemed a safer topic, to discuss curiosities and discoveries.
But it sounded like this wasn’t the only time he’d encountered anyone bounding off – his sibling much the same, and her eyes slipped back to his stare for a moment, tipping her head in study and scrutiny, while Fangorn rustled about in fallen leaves. “I used to drag my sister along too,” a brightening smile to cover up the weight of loss and sorrow, the anguish in speaking of Clementine, always as if she were a flicker of a memory, a haze of sweetness not meant to last. “Where else you have you explored?” Because it seemed a safer topic, to discuss curiosities and discoveries.
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
