Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Why do we drift so far from home
Hotaru sighs, golden head bowing, chastised and silent. She doesn’t answer immediately, absorbing the words as they fairly deserved to be measured. It is selfish, and she knows it. Safrin hadn’t given them a deadline, and the weight of the war is perhaps making her hasty. Desperate. She’s not used to feeling this way.
Gentle fingertips reach for the flower petals, apologetic. “You’re right,” she whispers, certain it will hear her. “I am so eager to make things right…it’s blinding me. I’m sorry.” Her patience had once been her greatest strength. Lying in wait in the grass, content to watch her dominos fall at perfectly timed moments. With all that has happened in less than a season, Hotaru can admit it has damaged her long term sight. “I just wanted them to be safer than what my own body could give.” But if that means wrapping herself in bubble wrap, maybe that is to be her answer.
Gentle fingertips reach for the flower petals, apologetic. “You’re right,” she whispers, certain it will hear her. “I am so eager to make things right…it’s blinding me. I’m sorry.” Her patience had once been her greatest strength. Lying in wait in the grass, content to watch her dominos fall at perfectly timed moments. With all that has happened in less than a season, Hotaru can admit it has damaged her long term sight. “I just wanted them to be safer than what my own body could give.” But if that means wrapping herself in bubble wrap, maybe that is to be her answer.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
