02-19-2018, 01:58 PM
Saedís has been rewound; her heart cast out to sea and spat back by the tide. Unwanted. All that is left to tell the tale is the spider-scar on her chest where before the flesh was unmarred and pure. She has lost her purity, the telltale glimmer of unbridled hope in her eye. Replaced instead with the hurt that threatens to drown her, swallow her into some bitter abyss of seaweed and dark waters.
She is an array of nerves as she stands by the river, trying desperately to bury her heartache in the arms of starlight and silence. But the stars are jagged diamonds in her veins, cold and austere. She shivers, begs peace from the still waters of the river instead. And she can almost grasp it there in the nothingness. Until…
Until she sees him, standing there like it is the most common thing. Like it hasn´t been weeks and weeks.
Saedís freezes, and then she walks and stops again, at a loss of what to do. Her breath hitches behind her mouth, and finally she starts walking again, her steps deliberate and wondering. Those layers of peace tremble, thin as paper-maché now. He is the only one who could slip between the hurts and the sadness, into the very heart of her, as easily and casually as slipping one´s hand into their pocket. She doesn´t know whether she should love him for it or to fear him.
”You´re still…. You´re… you´re you –“ the words tangle in her throat and they are not enough, not nearly enough. She stands before him, at last, and only looks at the familiar darkness of him for a moment. Slowly, Saedís reaches out and touches her nose to his, a gentle, tentative movement. She doubts – will he mind? Is this real? Does he remember her still? But these thoughts slide from her mind, and she exhales her joy so that it falls like a four-leaf clover between them. ”Garbage” she says, the only thing she could say, and those syllables hold all the things brimming in her heart that she cannot say.