love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
The crack in Melita's facade bleeds into Kamaria, too. Her lips shift and a deeper, more thoughtful frown darkens her rounder face. Something clicks for her in this moment, though it's hard for her to understand even so. What she does understand is that Melita is hurting, and she's sorry for that, wants to try her best to mend it.
"You can be with us," Kamaria insists, trying to be encouraging, "if you want..." It's an addition to her words that sounds small and meager, but holds a lot more weight. It's ultimately up to Melita where she belongs. She deserves the choice, at least. Nobody should be somewhere they're not happy, Kamaria thinks.
Melita apologizes but the girl, whose arms are still snugly wound around the woman's shoulders and neck, doesn't think it's necessary. In fact, what just happened is more eye-opening than anything. Did it make things worse for Kamaria, or for Sunjata? It's hard to tell from where they sit on the sandbar, with the gently-crashing waves on either side of them. It seems like the one that's worse off, right now, is Melita.
"Well, I won't keep anything from you. I'll ask you first 'cause that's what friends are 'posed to do." Kamaria answers, voice strong with her determination to please, "Or I don't have to talk. I can be quiet and listen to you instead." The point isn't that they'll talk, the point is that they'll be together. Now, Kamaria thinks the hug has lasted long enough to have a more lasting impact on Melita. So she gives her one last squeeze before letting go. Her pale gaze wanders curiously over the woman's face, trying to see how she feels about these proposals.
"You can be with us," Kamaria insists, trying to be encouraging, "if you want..." It's an addition to her words that sounds small and meager, but holds a lot more weight. It's ultimately up to Melita where she belongs. She deserves the choice, at least. Nobody should be somewhere they're not happy, Kamaria thinks.
Melita apologizes but the girl, whose arms are still snugly wound around the woman's shoulders and neck, doesn't think it's necessary. In fact, what just happened is more eye-opening than anything. Did it make things worse for Kamaria, or for Sunjata? It's hard to tell from where they sit on the sandbar, with the gently-crashing waves on either side of them. It seems like the one that's worse off, right now, is Melita.
"Well, I won't keep anything from you. I'll ask you first 'cause that's what friends are 'posed to do." Kamaria answers, voice strong with her determination to please, "Or I don't have to talk. I can be quiet and listen to you instead." The point isn't that they'll talk, the point is that they'll be together. Now, Kamaria thinks the hug has lasted long enough to have a more lasting impact on Melita. So she gives her one last squeeze before letting go. Her pale gaze wanders curiously over the woman's face, trying to see how she feels about these proposals.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
