I watch the city burn, these dreams like ashes float away...
“I never did it for me,” he whispered, and Lilitha’s heart ached. No, it never was selfish, them leaving her. There was always some bigger reason, some explanation that made it impossible to hate them. But it never took away the hurt of losing them, even if it was for some nobler purpose. Building a safe home for so many. Keeping her safe. For her own good.
She was really fucking sick of people deciding what was good for her.
“I don’t know, Mo. But I get hurt when you leave too, and a little physical pain’s a hell of a lot easier to bear.” She was good and used to it, though honestly. At this point? She was good and used to people leaving too. “If you don’t want to be alone, then don’t be. Come back to shore, come see Taiga, decide if it feels like a place you could settle. Come home, Mo.” She wanted more than just a few fleeting moments, no pun intended.
“I know it’s scary, but there’s nothing you can do but try. If it goes wrong, that’s part of life. Come with me. Please?”
...your voice I never heard, only silence.