no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

It takes time. She’s tired of that phrase, tired of what it both means and doesn’t mean, but she listens to him and clings to him like a child throwing a tantrum as he explains and she can’t help the slight hiccup to her breath, the tears that threaten to fall despite how much she tries to hide them and swallow them back down. She listens when he tells her about Tova, offering a small nod, finally pulling away enough as his hands reach for her dry cheeks despite her red rimmed eyes. “You’re too good, Harper.” She says, searching his face for something, though she doesn’t know what. It goes unspoken, that it’s true he’d done terrible things but he was too nice of a person, too kind to be with someone like her, a monster that didn’t know where to begin to right her wrongs, to atone.

is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA