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 news did sting - another precious thing to consent to the flames - but she didn't say anything more about it when Peter mentioned monsters. It was all he had to say. She understood. Throwing a glance at the house, she remembered what it had been like the last time she came home after having been gone for too long. The broken door, the slaughtered sheep, the stains of blood on the threshold and only the cold wind to answer when she called her brother's name. Better that the pub had burned. At least that kind of passing was a bit dignified. Not this rotting corpse left out for scavengers to pick clean. Taking a deep breath, she shifted focus back to Peter as he went on, talked about a new bar. She hated to turn him down again, but even if she had to sleep in the barn tonight there was too much for her to do here to head all the way back into the Settlement. And she wasn't sure she wanted to see the new replacement. She wanted to mourn the ghost of what had been first, before she could move on. "I'm sorry, Peter, I can't. I have to see what can be salvaged here, if there's anything I can still use. Clothes, valuables..." she shrugged helplessly and the way she looked at him expressed a deeper sadness than even her voice could convey. "Maybe another time? I promise I'll come with you wherever you want as soon as this is taken care of."