Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
More than one person had and would question whether this man truly loved her. Because he left, because he kept looking back, because of the way he kept from looking too far forward. But Maea didn't doubt him. She knew what it cost him every time he said those words, and knew he wouldn't say them if he didn't mean it. And perhaps it wasn't the earthshattering, all devouring kind of love that she felt for him, but she believed that he still loved her with everything he had left to give. Reluctantly, confusedly, uncertainly... Ah, but it was there.
Tired, light-headed and a little sore, she gazed at him, staying still so he could adjust the tangles of her hair to his satisfaction. She savored the feeling of his gentle touch, a small, affectionate smile lingering on her lips. Only when he moved to set her down did she stir, to do as he and clean herself up.
He wouldn't have to be without her for long though. As soon as she was done, Maea slipped back into the bed, blew out her own candles and held her arms out for him, in wordless offer to come sleep on her shoulder. Or just be close. Or whatever he wanted.
Tired, light-headed and a little sore, she gazed at him, staying still so he could adjust the tangles of her hair to his satisfaction. She savored the feeling of his gentle touch, a small, affectionate smile lingering on her lips. Only when he moved to set her down did she stir, to do as he and clean herself up.
He wouldn't have to be without her for long though. As soon as she was done, Maea slipped back into the bed, blew out her own candles and held her arms out for him, in wordless offer to come sleep on her shoulder. Or just be close. Or whatever he wanted.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
