if it doesn't burn a little
”I know,” she says, her voice soft. ”I’m just saying that even though maybe you haven’t gone to do something reckless, doesn’t mean she didn’t need too. We are all different.” She pauses, one hand resting in the drawer, her eyes looking at nothing in particular. A ghost that is not there, perhaps. ”Though I wish she hadn’t,” she says, her voice quiet and so un-Weaver like in that moment. Still, she cannot help but see before her all the things that can never be, imagine the life that will never be lived.
She nods a small thanks that he had found the book, and tucks it into a pocket, before moving to put the desk drawers away. With the book in hand, she did not need to keep looking through Maea’s things, though some part of her is tempted to anyway. ”Did you come here looking for something?” Or did you just come here looking for her? Though she does not say the second part, for it seems like something that is understood.
With the drawers replaced, Weaver moves to sit against the wall by Loren. There’s nothing suggestive about the move like their first meeting, merely friendly and comforting. ”I know,” she says simply, not trying to tell him there will be more friends. There will be, but they don’t replace the old ones. Living doesn’t make the pain go away, it only makes it feel familiar, and it is easier to live with something you have grown used to.
She nods a small thanks that he had found the book, and tucks it into a pocket, before moving to put the desk drawers away. With the book in hand, she did not need to keep looking through Maea’s things, though some part of her is tempted to anyway. ”Did you come here looking for something?” Or did you just come here looking for her? Though she does not say the second part, for it seems like something that is understood.
With the drawers replaced, Weaver moves to sit against the wall by Loren. There’s nothing suggestive about the move like their first meeting, merely friendly and comforting. ”I know,” she says simply, not trying to tell him there will be more friends. There will be, but they don’t replace the old ones. Living doesn’t make the pain go away, it only makes it feel familiar, and it is easier to live with something you have grown used to.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
