Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
And just like that, they ran out of words. No more stalling, no more things to say... He thanked her for making the food and then handed her a choice like it was just another bag of potatoes. Bed or couch. With him, or without.
And there were no right choices, because even here in this house empty of any but them, there were too many people. Too many truths, too many warring ideas of how things should be.
It all came down to her, then? What she wanted, what she needed? Maea hesitated, stood locked in painful indecision. Thoughts whirling. What did this mean, what would the consequences be, what did it mean, the bed was big enough? For two, for sleeping without touching, for comfort or just big enough? Ah, she was overthinking everything again, wasn't she...
Maea swallowed hard. Knew it was her choice this time. He had offered, and she couldn't lob the question back. Did he want her to stay with him? Probably, or the couch would be her only option. Simple equations. What did she want?
The color on her cheeks answered for her. Before she'd reached a conscious choice, her body moved on its own, taking a tentative step towards him. A quiet surrender of all rules and principles, defeat of the mind to the heart.
Him. She would always choose him. Which meant... "The bed." A quiet answer, a little weak, a lot trembling... no one else would have heard it.
But he always did.
And there were no right choices, because even here in this house empty of any but them, there were too many people. Too many truths, too many warring ideas of how things should be.
It all came down to her, then? What she wanted, what she needed? Maea hesitated, stood locked in painful indecision. Thoughts whirling. What did this mean, what would the consequences be, what did it mean, the bed was big enough? For two, for sleeping without touching, for comfort or just big enough? Ah, she was overthinking everything again, wasn't she...
Maea swallowed hard. Knew it was her choice this time. He had offered, and she couldn't lob the question back. Did he want her to stay with him? Probably, or the couch would be her only option. Simple equations. What did she want?
The color on her cheeks answered for her. Before she'd reached a conscious choice, her body moved on its own, taking a tentative step towards him. A quiet surrender of all rules and principles, defeat of the mind to the heart.
Him. She would always choose him. Which meant... "The bed." A quiet answer, a little weak, a lot trembling... no one else would have heard it.
But he always did.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
