last couple of months kinda been a disaster
She stands and he doesn’t move, watching her as she cracks – feeling so far away but he doesn’t understand what is happening. He chews on his cheek, on his lip, watching her and letting her words snap and crash around them as harsh as the waves. “Then what’s it ‘bout?” He asks, though his voice is quiet and restrained. But she answers him, roundaboutly, and it starts to hit – but he’s already ruined it.
She can say it isn’t his fault all she wants, but Milo will always point the wrongs to himself. Because he wasn’t enough, or… Too much in her eyes, despite the things he’d done, the life he led kept secret even from his own family. His hands find the sun scorched sand, feeling the burn of it in his palms. “What makes it wrong, ‘Relia? The fact ‘m not as ‘xperienced as y’are? ‘m not as…” He doesn’t know how to quite word the idea of ‘traumatized in this instance, so he trails off with a shake of his head, a sharpness to his stare as it finds the sand and the water, pointedly not looking at her.
“I don’ get it.” He tries instead, finally letting his gaze lift, finally pulling himself to his feet as sand falls off of him and he peers back at her near the water. “I don’ mind th’gettin’ hurt bit ‘cause I still get you.” And maybe that makes him selfish in a way, but he wipes the sand from his hands, before he’s running a hand through his fire red hair. “So… What. That’s all? All this is t’ya?” Is that all they are to one another? “Do y’need a break?” The question comes out with less of an accent than usual, something sharp and sudden coursing through him as his gaze lifts to Aurelia.
Is this what she wanted? “'r are we over?” Is this something that can be fixed?
She can say it isn’t his fault all she wants, but Milo will always point the wrongs to himself. Because he wasn’t enough, or… Too much in her eyes, despite the things he’d done, the life he led kept secret even from his own family. His hands find the sun scorched sand, feeling the burn of it in his palms. “What makes it wrong, ‘Relia? The fact ‘m not as ‘xperienced as y’are? ‘m not as…” He doesn’t know how to quite word the idea of ‘traumatized in this instance, so he trails off with a shake of his head, a sharpness to his stare as it finds the sand and the water, pointedly not looking at her.
“I don’ get it.” He tries instead, finally letting his gaze lift, finally pulling himself to his feet as sand falls off of him and he peers back at her near the water. “I don’ mind th’gettin’ hurt bit ‘cause I still get you.” And maybe that makes him selfish in a way, but he wipes the sand from his hands, before he’s running a hand through his fire red hair. “So… What. That’s all? All this is t’ya?” Is that all they are to one another? “Do y’need a break?” The question comes out with less of an accent than usual, something sharp and sudden coursing through him as his gaze lifts to Aurelia.
Is this what she wanted? “'r are we over?” Is this something that can be fixed?
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
