last couple of months kinda been a disaster
Always, she says. And it should end at that.
But it doesn’t, because of course not.
So instead, Milo watches her, swallows the donut down hard and focuses on the relief that her words try to swell in his chest. But something falls flat, the words not quite meeting him squarely as they should, not quite soothing his rough edges as he’d hoped. She stares out into the ocean and Milo finishes the donut before wiping off his hands and perhaps a smidge anxiously begins to spin the bracelet she’d made him on his wrist.
’But what if something happens to me?’ So what if it did? She was a fighter and it was something he’d have to come to terms with – something he had come to terms with, he thinks, before she curveballs him again.
If she dies, he’s left alone again, to pick up the pieces. But deserving someone else? Deserving more? No. No, that wouldn’t do.
His head snaps up to her, red brows pinched together as he swallows hard. “I don’… I don’ want anyone else, ‘Relia.” He admits quietly, shaking his head and trying to let his frustration swallow up within him to hide away. “What’d I do wrong?” He asks instead, peering out into the water as she had done, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong to have her travel down this path. “Why’s it happenin’ now? Y’tell me ‘bout yer past ‘n yeah it’s hard t’get over ‘n understand fer me but ‘m tryin’.” He draws in a sharp breath, jaw set tight. “’n then y’go an’ kiss Maeve ‘n now this?” He finally tears his gaze back to her.
“Do you want this? ‘r is ‘always’ jus’ what yer sayin’ t’make yerself feel better?”
But it doesn’t, because of course not.
So instead, Milo watches her, swallows the donut down hard and focuses on the relief that her words try to swell in his chest. But something falls flat, the words not quite meeting him squarely as they should, not quite soothing his rough edges as he’d hoped. She stares out into the ocean and Milo finishes the donut before wiping off his hands and perhaps a smidge anxiously begins to spin the bracelet she’d made him on his wrist.
’But what if something happens to me?’ So what if it did? She was a fighter and it was something he’d have to come to terms with – something he had come to terms with, he thinks, before she curveballs him again.
If she dies, he’s left alone again, to pick up the pieces. But deserving someone else? Deserving more? No. No, that wouldn’t do.
His head snaps up to her, red brows pinched together as he swallows hard. “I don’… I don’ want anyone else, ‘Relia.” He admits quietly, shaking his head and trying to let his frustration swallow up within him to hide away. “What’d I do wrong?” He asks instead, peering out into the water as she had done, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong to have her travel down this path. “Why’s it happenin’ now? Y’tell me ‘bout yer past ‘n yeah it’s hard t’get over ‘n understand fer me but ‘m tryin’.” He draws in a sharp breath, jaw set tight. “’n then y’go an’ kiss Maeve ‘n now this?” He finally tears his gaze back to her.
“Do you want this? ‘r is ‘always’ jus’ what yer sayin’ t’make yerself feel better?”
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
