Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
She tries, she tries so hard to bite it back, wishes she could take it all back. But it came out the wrong way, ending in an ultimatum and hurt feelings she brought on herself. He's hurt, too, she can see it in the way his lip quivers, in the small steps he takes towards her.
He doesn't understand. Neither does she. How could it all go so sideways? She shakes her head as she backs away, stifling a sob, telling him she can't, and the waves take her away.
The sunlight is lost to her here, so much light drowned out by suffocating darkness. That's what she is, isn't she? The darkness that swallows the light. She has every intention of dragging herself deep into the water, going wherever the current will pull her. Somewhere far away, she hopes. But her hands feel numb and she hardly makes any progress before she feels his arms wrap tightly around her.
A muffled, choked sound ripples through the water; a meager protest to being taken back. They breach the rolling waves above them and Aurelia splutters painfully. "Stop- Milo-" her words are hardly backed by any grit or anger, no choice made except him.
She goes for his arms with intent to push him away. Just let me go. But as she feels him there, holding onto her so tight it's hard to breathe, her hands find his and hold them there against her. Her back is to him and for the moment she's glad he can't see her face because she's such a mess.
"Milo..." his name trembles out, "I'm sorry-" a sob shakes through her, so much held back that she chokes on it.
He doesn't understand. Neither does she. How could it all go so sideways? She shakes her head as she backs away, stifling a sob, telling him she can't, and the waves take her away.
The sunlight is lost to her here, so much light drowned out by suffocating darkness. That's what she is, isn't she? The darkness that swallows the light. She has every intention of dragging herself deep into the water, going wherever the current will pull her. Somewhere far away, she hopes. But her hands feel numb and she hardly makes any progress before she feels his arms wrap tightly around her.
A muffled, choked sound ripples through the water; a meager protest to being taken back. They breach the rolling waves above them and Aurelia splutters painfully. "Stop- Milo-" her words are hardly backed by any grit or anger, no choice made except him.
She goes for his arms with intent to push him away. Just let me go. But as she feels him there, holding onto her so tight it's hard to breathe, her hands find his and hold them there against her. Her back is to him and for the moment she's glad he can't see her face because she's such a mess.
"Milo..." his name trembles out, "I'm sorry-" a sob shakes through her, so much held back that she chokes on it.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
