last couple of months kinda been a disaster
It sure feels like it’s his fault. It sure feels like he’s the one that’s brought all of these troubles to Aurelia with his closeness, with his attachment. But he swallows it down, standing as he is now, watching her with his red brows pinched together in worry and anxiety, letting it eat away at him.
Why is she different? Why her? Milo nibbles on the inside of his lower lip, letting her finish her question, hearing her strangled breath and how it hurts him to hear it and be unable to make it better. He doesn’t know how, doesn’t know whether she wants him to stay or to leave, and he’s hopeless in his attempts to keep his lips shut for much longer.
“Why would I want ‘nyone else?” He asks instead, shaking his head as he stares at her. “Y’make me better, ‘Relia.” And maybe that’s a crutch, so he can focus on bigger problems than the ones he has that aren’t so big in comparison. And as for losing people? He doesn’t know what it’s like. Nobody close to him, at least. His grandparents had died when he was young, he could hardly remember them. And he was a runner, he didn’t get involved with all those dangerous treks the Ark took.
He had stayed completely safe in his bubble. He had remained a statue among it all. “I think… I think maybe we… Maybe we should take a break.” He purses his lips, stares at the sand. “’til y’can decide whether it’s ‘nough fer y’to come t’terms with us – with me.” Death was inevitable, he knew this. But he hadn’t been touched by it, not as Aurelia had. “I want ya t’be able t’look at me ‘n not think ‘bout me leavin’ you. That’s not what I see when I see ya.” And maybe then… Maybe then they could get it to work.
Why is she different? Why her? Milo nibbles on the inside of his lower lip, letting her finish her question, hearing her strangled breath and how it hurts him to hear it and be unable to make it better. He doesn’t know how, doesn’t know whether she wants him to stay or to leave, and he’s hopeless in his attempts to keep his lips shut for much longer.
“Why would I want ‘nyone else?” He asks instead, shaking his head as he stares at her. “Y’make me better, ‘Relia.” And maybe that’s a crutch, so he can focus on bigger problems than the ones he has that aren’t so big in comparison. And as for losing people? He doesn’t know what it’s like. Nobody close to him, at least. His grandparents had died when he was young, he could hardly remember them. And he was a runner, he didn’t get involved with all those dangerous treks the Ark took.
He had stayed completely safe in his bubble. He had remained a statue among it all. “I think… I think maybe we… Maybe we should take a break.” He purses his lips, stares at the sand. “’til y’can decide whether it’s ‘nough fer y’to come t’terms with us – with me.” Death was inevitable, he knew this. But he hadn’t been touched by it, not as Aurelia had. “I want ya t’be able t’look at me ‘n not think ‘bout me leavin’ you. That’s not what I see when I see ya.” And maybe then… Maybe then they could get it to work.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
