You're so cold
but you feel alive
She followed him like a pale shadow and sat down on the bench. Like a puppet led by a string, without will or strength to resist. Where he sat perched on the edge though, Maea scooted in as far as she could and tucked her feet up beneath her, scraping mud onto the edge of the planks as she did. Her hands lay unusually still in the lap, all her attention focused on what Amun said even though she didn't look straight at him.
"What truths are those?" she asked quietly. It felt enough to tackle the simple fact that he cared about her. It shouldn't be so hard to accept, but it was. They kept saying 'brother' and 'sister' and yet when it came down to it, and it was time to actually rely on him, she always faltered. Even though she wanted every word to be true. For 'family' to actually mean exactly that.
What more could he add?
"What truths are those?" she asked quietly. It felt enough to tackle the simple fact that he cared about her. It shouldn't be so hard to accept, but it was. They kept saying 'brother' and 'sister' and yet when it came down to it, and it was time to actually rely on him, she always faltered. Even though she wanted every word to be true. For 'family' to actually mean exactly that.
What more could he add?
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
