to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
Another sigh exuded; but it wasn’t Oliver’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s really – just a series of circumstances that keep unwinding and unfurling at every possible turn. He hadn’t seen much of anyone, not that it would’ve mattered if he was sick, and based on her interactions with other afflicted individuals, it was a lost cause. Her eyes fell to the ground briefly, back to the sea, and then into the shadows, wondering if she was best to be chasing after them, instead of meandering here. “Remi said you have about a week.” From what she’d gathered at the meeting – and her hands clenched harder over the lantern, Fangorn uttering a hiss down by her ankles. “Nate’s sick too. And I promised to find him, but-,”
But she obviously hadn’t.
Melita set her jaw into a very stubborn line, rooting it down to the grit and mettle lodged in her enamel. “I’m sorry you’ve been ill. Some flowers were found too…maybe they’ll lead to something?” To curing? To salvaging? Much like Vi’s Roses? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything, and it was frustration, discouraging, and irritating.
But she obviously hadn’t.
Melita set her jaw into a very stubborn line, rooting it down to the grit and mettle lodged in her enamel. “I’m sorry you’ve been ill. Some flowers were found too…maybe they’ll lead to something?” To curing? To salvaging? Much like Vi’s Roses? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything, and it was frustration, discouraging, and irritating.
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
