if it doesn't burn a little
She keeps living. It is all she can do after seeing the note that Delphia had posted. It is all she can do and it is what Maea wanted of them. Life is beautiful because it is fleeting,” she had written, and it felt like she’d plucked the notion from Weaver’s head. That was how she had always lived, with the realization that life was too short to give up when the grief feels like it will drown you. Because if she gave up every time it hurt, she would have drowned long ago.
Still, Weaver has found herself keeping busy. She is often busy, between the Kraai, exploring, and keeping up with classes at the Academy. Yet there are still moments of quiet, like now, where the thoughts drift in and she finds that familiar hole in her chest. All the people she has lost, leaving gaps behind that she would never fill. It is like learning to live without an arm, she suspects. You grow used to its absence, but there’s often the phantom of it left behind.
Today, with nothing to do, Weaver finds herself finally going to the Academy for the notebook Maea had gifted her. She is looking forward to sitting by the fire and going through the book, and though Maea would not be there physically, it was a way to keep her alive all the same. Weaver would make the flavors Maea had suggested and make sure they stayed on the menu. She would keep her friend alive, in bits and pieces.
When she arrives, the door to Maea’s room is already ajar. Weaver stops in the doorway, looking in to spot Loren. She leans against the door jamb, knocking lightly on the open door. ”May I join you?”
Still, Weaver has found herself keeping busy. She is often busy, between the Kraai, exploring, and keeping up with classes at the Academy. Yet there are still moments of quiet, like now, where the thoughts drift in and she finds that familiar hole in her chest. All the people she has lost, leaving gaps behind that she would never fill. It is like learning to live without an arm, she suspects. You grow used to its absence, but there’s often the phantom of it left behind.
Today, with nothing to do, Weaver finds herself finally going to the Academy for the notebook Maea had gifted her. She is looking forward to sitting by the fire and going through the book, and though Maea would not be there physically, it was a way to keep her alive all the same. Weaver would make the flavors Maea had suggested and make sure they stayed on the menu. She would keep her friend alive, in bits and pieces.
When she arrives, the door to Maea’s room is already ajar. Weaver stops in the doorway, looking in to spot Loren. She leans against the door jamb, knocking lightly on the open door. ”May I join you?”
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
