my held breath fills the room with blood
hurting in ways I can't describe
It’s too much, too soon, and Ru knows it. But Sah has walked off with her son’s body and Gods even she doesn’t know what to do. What is the right choice? How many times does she have to let go, and how many times must she tear herself apart trying to cling on to things that can’t be saved?
All she can do is gently pull at Flora’s hands, insistently sliding her own fingers beneath the scratching, clawing things her daughter’s hands have become. Her own tears rise to spill silent over her cheeks.
She feels so very, very old.
“He’s gone, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I-” wasn’t there. Hotaru swallows fire and pulls Flora insistently forward, attempting to embrace her, to hide her daughter against her chest where she never should have left. “I know. I know, honey.” Because there is no ‘it’s going to be okay’. It will never be okay again, for either of them.
All she can do is gently pull at Flora’s hands, insistently sliding her own fingers beneath the scratching, clawing things her daughter’s hands have become. Her own tears rise to spill silent over her cheeks.
She feels so very, very old.
“He’s gone, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I-” wasn’t there. Hotaru swallows fire and pulls Flora insistently forward, attempting to embrace her, to hide her daughter against her chest where she never should have left. “I know. I know, honey.” Because there is no ‘it’s going to be okay’. It will never be okay again, for either of them.
my heart bends and breaks
so many, many times
HOTARU
