Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea cradled the sputtering candle between her hands And watched the flame die out. Smoke lingered in the air, coiling in a complex dance - the ghost of a ghost - and she told herself that it was this which caused the sting in her eyes. Who would cry over fools anyway? It was the kid's own fault for going off on his own. His own damned responsibility to stay alive, and if he couldn't even manage that –
"This is why I don't want to get involved with ghosts," she complained, in a voice made thick from the grief she failed to keep at bay. "Whatever we do it's too late to help them anyway." Pressing the butt of her palm hard against her brow, it was a struggle to keep the tears from overflowing. A battle she lost, in the end; stupidly, reluctantly, helplessly.
It was like seeing herself, really. Fearless and driven, biting off more than she could chew - and ultimately paying the price. It made her wonder if there was anyone left who would cry for her, when her luck finally ran out.
"This is why I don't want to get involved with ghosts," she complained, in a voice made thick from the grief she failed to keep at bay. "Whatever we do it's too late to help them anyway." Pressing the butt of her palm hard against her brow, it was a struggle to keep the tears from overflowing. A battle she lost, in the end; stupidly, reluctantly, helplessly.
It was like seeing herself, really. Fearless and driven, biting off more than she could chew - and ultimately paying the price. It made her wonder if there was anyone left who would cry for her, when her luck finally ran out.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
