- NATE -
do you feel at home? your flames are burning higher
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
Nate wants to explain, what’s to convince her, somehow, that he does need to apologize, he does. He needs to beg for forgiveness, needs to repent, though already the reasons why are slipping through mind, sifting through his kind and leaving behind a coiling, uncomfortable guilt. A shame so vast and yawning it feels like maybe, that’s all he is, all he has. But instead he nods, keeps his mouth shut tight, and tries to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, trusting in Melita completely to take him home.
A story sounds nice, sounds like a distraction, from the terrible, all consuming thought that somehow, the portal will do his ascension over again, trapping him in an endless moment of utter pain. ”Yes.” He says softly, squeezing her hand again. ”Yes please.” His empty hand rises to scrub at his face, smeary thick fluid tears over his face and not helping himself at all.
A story sounds nice, sounds like a distraction, from the terrible, all consuming thought that somehow, the portal will do his ascension over again, trapping him in an endless moment of utter pain. ”Yes.” He says softly, squeezing her hand again. ”Yes please.” His empty hand rises to scrub at his face, smeary thick fluid tears over his face and not helping himself at all.
this is your hell, dancing for something that was
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
