Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
She didn't know what to say. Holding the blown out candle uselessly, sitting in a circle of books, Maea just felt cold and miserable. How Tal knew what to do she couldn't tell. Perhaps they were simply more alike than they seemed. Regardless, the presence of him and the steady warmth radiating off his back was exactly what she needed. Quietly she leaned back, stealing what comfort she could without making things awkward... awkwarder... and just let the stupid tears wet her stupid cheeks until they were done.
"I suppose," she sighed grudgingly. "I guess it's not bad being with Mort either. It wasn't bad at all..." What she remembered, at least. Which wasn't much. "It's just... stupidly, I can't keep from getting attached. But all I'm left with is a name and a bunch of 'what if's, and even if I went theough the trouble of seeking out his family... what is there to say? It won't change anything."
Wiping at her face with a sleeve, she almost wished for the deep depression to return. So she wouldn't have to sit with the turmoil of emotions over a kid she had never known, in a place that wasn't hers...
"I want to go home."
"I suppose," she sighed grudgingly. "I guess it's not bad being with Mort either. It wasn't bad at all..." What she remembered, at least. Which wasn't much. "It's just... stupidly, I can't keep from getting attached. But all I'm left with is a name and a bunch of 'what if's, and even if I went theough the trouble of seeking out his family... what is there to say? It won't change anything."
Wiping at her face with a sleeve, she almost wished for the deep depression to return. So she wouldn't have to sit with the turmoil of emotions over a kid she had never known, in a place that wasn't hers...
"I want to go home."
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
