My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve went with her easily. There was no resistance when Seren pulled her onto the couch or gathered her in her arms to cradle her against her chest. To simply be held without a promise of favors or deals was something she hadn't felt in weeks now. It almost made her break down fully, but she didn't fall apart. Not yet. Maeve sniffled, laying her head against Seren's shoulder, trying to decide where to even start. "I'm not mad at you, Seren." It was the first thing she managed, wanting the girl to know that she held no irritation for her, simply glad that she was here now.
"Locke left me. I- I don't even know what happened. Why it happened." Maeve's voice cracked, hitching around a sob that suddenly threatened to push past her lips, throat growing tight as her tears streaked a hot path down her cheeks. "We were having dinner and I told him about moving back. I gave him the pendant your mother made for me. Then it was like a switch flipped." The pain in her words is palpable, chest tightening almost unbearably and she hated that it still did, that she still wanted him. It would be so much easier if she didn't. "He told me he didn't need me. That he didn't want me. He told me to leave and- and I did." She pressed her face against Seren's shoulders, shoulders shaking as she tried desperately to keep her breathing even, unwilling to let her sobs get the better of her.
"He left on the Ark. He's just gone." Maeve swallowed thickly, her free hand drifting down to her belly, pressing against the barely there bump that's hidden by her loose camisole and robe. How did she even say it? How does one delicately drop that bomb? She doesn't know. So instead of giving herself a moment to think on it further, Maeve lifted her head so she could look up at her friend with red rimmed eyes, "I'm pregnant, Seren. That's what I didn't want to tell you in the letter. I'm pregnant and it's his. I didn't even get to tell him. I found out after he left."
There was so much more to add, but this seemed like a safe place to start. The rest was far less emotional and Maeve needed to get through this first. She needed to know that Seren would be with her even if Locke wasn't.
"Locke left me. I- I don't even know what happened. Why it happened." Maeve's voice cracked, hitching around a sob that suddenly threatened to push past her lips, throat growing tight as her tears streaked a hot path down her cheeks. "We were having dinner and I told him about moving back. I gave him the pendant your mother made for me. Then it was like a switch flipped." The pain in her words is palpable, chest tightening almost unbearably and she hated that it still did, that she still wanted him. It would be so much easier if she didn't. "He told me he didn't need me. That he didn't want me. He told me to leave and- and I did." She pressed her face against Seren's shoulders, shoulders shaking as she tried desperately to keep her breathing even, unwilling to let her sobs get the better of her.
"He left on the Ark. He's just gone." Maeve swallowed thickly, her free hand drifting down to her belly, pressing against the barely there bump that's hidden by her loose camisole and robe. How did she even say it? How does one delicately drop that bomb? She doesn't know. So instead of giving herself a moment to think on it further, Maeve lifted her head so she could look up at her friend with red rimmed eyes, "I'm pregnant, Seren. That's what I didn't want to tell you in the letter. I'm pregnant and it's his. I didn't even get to tell him. I found out after he left."
There was so much more to add, but this seemed like a safe place to start. The rest was far less emotional and Maeve needed to get through this first. She needed to know that Seren would be with her even if Locke wasn't.
Maeve
