"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
She's so lost to the world right now. Her own mind drawing her away from the here and now. It isn't until his fingers slip underneath her chin, cupping her jaw like she's made of glass, urging her to look up at him that she feels anything past the numbness. Her intake of breath is sharp, a shuddering thing that seems to die halfway through as red rimmed eyes meet his, holding his gaze as if it was a lifeline. In this moment it is. The only thing truly keeping her tethered is his touch and the way his hazel eyes bore into hers.
It's what allows her to listen. She hears everything he says, taking it all in and tucking bits away for herself even if she doesn't realize it, letting his confession act as a balm to her soul. A shaky hand comes up to hold his, covering the back of it, the sand just on the side of rough between her palm and his skin. When he breaks eye contact, her lashes flutter and instead she simply leans into him more, tears still damp on her cheeks. He's asking so much of her, asking that she makes a promise that she doesn't really want to make, but her mind goes to Aurelia for the briefest of moments. Even if there is fear there too. Fear that Aurelia will move on from her eventually, leave her behind as so many others have chosen to do, but if she has a chance at happiness he would want her to take it. That's what this promise means.
"I promise I won't wait." It's strained and whispered, voice barely there over the sound of crashing waves, but she vows it to him all the same. Maeve doesn't realize she moves until her arms are around his neck and she's all but thrown herself into his embrace. She buries her face against his chest, letting out a trembling sob, tears starting all over again. "I'm sorry, Locke... For everything. For- for pushing you and not always being honest and-" There is so much more she should apologize for. So many sins to lay at his feet, but they catch in her throat with her sobs instead as she collapses in his arms.
It's what allows her to listen. She hears everything he says, taking it all in and tucking bits away for herself even if she doesn't realize it, letting his confession act as a balm to her soul. A shaky hand comes up to hold his, covering the back of it, the sand just on the side of rough between her palm and his skin. When he breaks eye contact, her lashes flutter and instead she simply leans into him more, tears still damp on her cheeks. He's asking so much of her, asking that she makes a promise that she doesn't really want to make, but her mind goes to Aurelia for the briefest of moments. Even if there is fear there too. Fear that Aurelia will move on from her eventually, leave her behind as so many others have chosen to do, but if she has a chance at happiness he would want her to take it. That's what this promise means.
"I promise I won't wait." It's strained and whispered, voice barely there over the sound of crashing waves, but she vows it to him all the same. Maeve doesn't realize she moves until her arms are around his neck and she's all but thrown herself into his embrace. She buries her face against his chest, letting out a trembling sob, tears starting all over again. "I'm sorry, Locke... For everything. For- for pushing you and not always being honest and-" There is so much more she should apologize for. So many sins to lay at his feet, but they catch in her throat with her sobs instead as she collapses in his arms.
Maeve
