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Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

Doubt colored her silence as she mulled over that. Her desires had been directed at a very particular person, and it seemed inconcievable that she would ever want anything similar with another. She didn't say anything about it though, recognizing that at least this train of thought was due to equal parts stubbornness and lingering heartache.

The real difficulty came with the other part. His suggestion made all the sense in the world - and with every attempt she slammed straight into a mental wall.
"I can't," she whined, muffled against his shirt, when that suffocating feeling began to rise again. Anger, hate, disappointment, regret, fear. "If I do - then I'm supposed to be grateful. To her. For putting me here, making all of it. But - but I'm not. I hate her. I blame her, for all of this. The war, the barrier, the way I was treated for my magic, all of it. I hate her - and now I'm stuck and dependent on her, and I did it to myself, and - and - and I hate myself too for being so gods damned weak."

He might hate her, too, now. But once the words began to roll off her tongue, there was no taking them back.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh