if it doesn't burn a little
”Me?” she says, almost surprised to be talking about her. Not in a judgmental sort of way, but rather that there just always seemed to be more to talk about where Loren was involved. Her life was kind of boring, all things considered, though that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. ”Fine, really. Just busy with the Kraai, which I mean, I suppose I expected.” she says, chuckling slightly. Building a business wasn’t going to be easy, after all. ”I am excited to look through the recipes, too. Do some of the things Maea and I had planned.” Even if it will not be the same without her friend, still, it would be enjoyable.
She listens as he puts a timeline on his ‘past’, and she nods with some understanding. ”But it is still the past, and it is the sort of thing you wish to leave behind. It gets easier, with time. Never easy, for nothing in life is ever easy. At least, nothing good is. But it does get easier.” It’s the best assurance she can give. She won’t lie and say that time heals all wounds, but it does make them less ugly. Time can mend broken relationships too, and though they may always bear the cracks, it is often those cracks that hold them together in the end.
She listens as he puts a timeline on his ‘past’, and she nods with some understanding. ”But it is still the past, and it is the sort of thing you wish to leave behind. It gets easier, with time. Never easy, for nothing in life is ever easy. At least, nothing good is. But it does get easier.” It’s the best assurance she can give. She won’t lie and say that time heals all wounds, but it does make them less ugly. Time can mend broken relationships too, and though they may always bear the cracks, it is often those cracks that hold them together in the end.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
