It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

So let there be room. For kindness. For compassion. For understanding and patience, and love. Always love. In the times when words ran dry, when thoughts ground to a halt, and all that remained was the simple things. A heart beating next to hers. The gentle strokes of a hand over ribs that stood out a little too much under milk-white skin. The warm comfort of a body nestled against her, of a soul curled up against her heart. Close as close could be.

Sleep was so close. Promising dreams that were sweet and full of hope. Maea let herself go, set her mind free to drift as it wished. But they never strayed far. Returned time and again to Sunjata, to the plans they had made, this quiet moment of stolen bliss. Ah, if this was the last thing she ever knew, Maea would be content. It was good, it was enough, it...

Ah, but who was she kidding? It would never be enough, would it. Because there would be tomorrow too, and the day after that, all full of him, of all she wanted and wished for and dared to crave. And as she lost herself in the quiet of the night, in peaceful sleep within his arms, she let herself pretend. That this was not the last night, but the first of many more to come.

It was the most beautiful dream she'd ever had.

Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay