Maeve
Maeve nods, relaxing into the cushions of the couch with a little sigh, exhaustion waying heavy on her person. She tries her best to push it aside, focusing on the conversation at hand to the best of her ability, "I hope they do as well. If you think it better to speak to him about it, then by all means." Maeve murmurs, leaving that particular topic be now that they worked out the specifics as much as they could. She grows quiet, pursing her lips, mind churning now that it didn't have something to focus on. There was nothing to distract her from the ache in her chest or the longing that continued to linger there, thoughts drawn back to Locke and how they left things, wishing he was here with her.
"Jata... If you see Locke before I do, can you try to talk to him? I'm going to when he gets back, but maybe he'll listen to you. As much as I think he hates it, you're both rather similar. Maybe you'll get through to him." Unless Locke really doesn't want her. Unless she really was nothing to him. The Madame can't help wondering if it was all a lie. If he never truly felt anything for her. The pain wells up again, catching her off guard, inhaling sharply as tears suddenly sting her eyes and threaten to spill. She looks down, fingers twisting in the blanket nervously, "I love him and I- I thought he loved me. He told me he did. That he wanted all of me and now... Now I don't even know why he left."
Her voice breaks more than she wishes it to, cracking with emotion as she sits across from him, tears slipping down her cheeks despite her best efforts to keep her emotions in check. Maeve licks her lips, brows knitting together as her heartbreak makes itself known, no longer content being buried deep within her chest.
"Jata... If you see Locke before I do, can you try to talk to him? I'm going to when he gets back, but maybe he'll listen to you. As much as I think he hates it, you're both rather similar. Maybe you'll get through to him." Unless Locke really doesn't want her. Unless she really was nothing to him. The Madame can't help wondering if it was all a lie. If he never truly felt anything for her. The pain wells up again, catching her off guard, inhaling sharply as tears suddenly sting her eyes and threaten to spill. She looks down, fingers twisting in the blanket nervously, "I love him and I- I thought he loved me. He told me he did. That he wanted all of me and now... Now I don't even know why he left."
Her voice breaks more than she wishes it to, cracking with emotion as she sits across from him, tears slipping down her cheeks despite her best efforts to keep her emotions in check. Maeve licks her lips, brows knitting together as her heartbreak makes itself known, no longer content being buried deep within her chest.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
