Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
She's got to be stronger than this. Got to be. This is ridiculous, she tells herself, as she sniffles and shakes from her flow of tears. Her breaths are horrendously labored and inconsistent, and there's no more fight left in her. Just the shattered shards of her life, which she's tried to put together again and again and again. And here, now, one vital piece has been haphazardly risked. He's the vein that leads directly to her heart. And she's so sorry that this is happening to them at all, that she's doing this to him too.
He knows, he knows, and he rests his head on her shoulder for a moment. Even if it's such a small gesture, such small words, it reaches through. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so bad at this, Milo!" She blubbers out hysterically, and he can pull her along wherever he wants to go because she's right there with him, turning, reaching, stumbling. "I don't want to lose you just because I'm an idiot and I don't know how to say what I really mean or what I really want," her words come out fast, panicked, heavy, "I don't wanna lose you, ever, for anything. Milo I'm sofuckingtired of losing everyone, everyone, that's why I'm doing this. I asked Safrin for something to protect people with, because I can't- I can't be the reason they're gone anymore." The murdering, the death, all of it that shrouds around her life like a cloak. It fits her far too well, and once she'd actually been okay with it. Could live with herself with it. Now...
She pulls back, halting and sinking her feet into the wet sand below. The world spins ever on and for a moment, just one fucking moment, she wants it all to stop. "I'm sorry," the words shrink and crumble against the wave of the sea, against the crash of her emotions.
He knows, he knows, and he rests his head on her shoulder for a moment. Even if it's such a small gesture, such small words, it reaches through. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so bad at this, Milo!" She blubbers out hysterically, and he can pull her along wherever he wants to go because she's right there with him, turning, reaching, stumbling. "I don't want to lose you just because I'm an idiot and I don't know how to say what I really mean or what I really want," her words come out fast, panicked, heavy, "I don't wanna lose you, ever, for anything. Milo I'm sofuckingtired of losing everyone, everyone, that's why I'm doing this. I asked Safrin for something to protect people with, because I can't- I can't be the reason they're gone anymore." The murdering, the death, all of it that shrouds around her life like a cloak. It fits her far too well, and once she'd actually been okay with it. Could live with herself with it. Now...
She pulls back, halting and sinking her feet into the wet sand below. The world spins ever on and for a moment, just one fucking moment, she wants it all to stop. "I'm sorry," the words shrink and crumble against the wave of the sea, against the crash of her emotions.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
