Maybe, I’m Sure

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." The lantern fell and the room was flooded with darkness once more. The crash made her flinch, and it took a while before she noticed that the young man had come closer, was reaching out for her, if hesitantly. His apology made her cock a white-haired head to the side, puzzled. "Why should you be sorry?" she asked, as she closed the distance and offered him a gentle hug, if he allowed it. Never one for touching unnecessarily, she would withdraw again, to look him over from head to toe. Checking for injuries old or new, scanning to see what changes time had wrought upon him. Everything had been affected by it, save her, it seemed. "I'm the one who disappeared. It seems..." She looked around, a wry smile forming on her lips. "Seems like you had other things on your mind." There was no blame in her tone, only understanding. Why should he have stayed when the owner of the house did not? If the state of the house was what he apologized for, then... truth be told, it was Maea's fault it had come to this. If anyone ought to be blamed... If blame had to be doled out at all. "It's good to see you again" she said in that she turned back to Peter. "How have you been?"