Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
He stopped, and Maea's head came up until she could return the stare. He'd always been a master at turning anything into a joke, but there was no trace of humor or mischief left now. He meant it.
No cold sweat broke out on her back, and her chest did not heave. But the mental stress was too great to hold in, too much to contain. She removed her arm from around his neck and pushed back, willing him to let go. It was infuriating how weak she was. No pain, no injuries - but every single motion was sluggish, enough to make her want to scream.
"No. Please - I don't want to be trapped there again."
No cold sweat broke out on her back, and her chest did not heave. But the mental stress was too great to hold in, too much to contain. She removed her arm from around his neck and pushed back, willing him to let go. It was infuriating how weak she was. No pain, no injuries - but every single motion was sluggish, enough to make her want to scream.
"No. Please - I don't want to be trapped there again."
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
