Wrap your teeth around the pavement

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 girl considered that, as she took the glass and swirled the contents around the rim. Giving it a sip, she felt the strong flavors cleanse the taste of grief from her tongue, and understood for perhaps the first time how people might cling to the bottle for comfort. Not everyone had a Sunjata to cry on. Was he saving her again, by showing her the difference? It was becoming something of a habit. "What if being around you and your 'dumb shit' is the most fun I can think of?" she asked, not quite meeting his gaze after he set his own glass back down. Maea kept hers between her hands, rolling the cool glass between the palms. Savoring the feeling it brought. Savoring that she felt anything at all, when she'd been so numb just a while ago. Was it possible to grow addicted to people, too? Lately, the only times she ever felt whole and safe and sure of herself was when this man was around. Even now he was there, right in front of her, holding her close... and Maea knew that she'd feel hollow again as soon as he let go, or moved away. A hand moved to grab his shirt again, over his chest. Tugging a little, as if to make sure he couldn't just up and disappear.