pour one out for our ghosts

and I loved you so much it was making me sick

A faint smirk tugs at the corners of Vai’s lips; her hand slips further about Zeph now, as if to gently guide him back against her, letting the present moments smooth away the jagged edges of the misunderstandings from a few minutes prior. ”I... find ways to live with myself, instead.” She furrows her brow, as if the thought has only just occurred to her by speaking with Zeph.

”There are a lot of others out there who don’t have parents. Blundering through life trying to put on the bravest face they can. I try to be there for them instead.” The Remis and Sunjatas of the world spring to mind. ”That way I don’t feel... wasted, I suppose.”