06-03-2021, 04:04 PM
You think I'll be the Dark Sky so you can be the Star?
I'll Swallow you Whole.
I'll Swallow you Whole.
Just as it has taken her all of this time to learn how to love, or to feel much of anything at all, she does not know how to hold any kind of grudge against him.
She does not know how to be bitter that he was gone during Kamaria’s birth and those first few weeks where she struggled to navigate how to be a mother to a living, breathing child in a world still consumed by dark and danger. She does not know how to resent him for an absence he had no control over, or how to turn her own sadness into some kind of weapon against him the way someone else might.
Her mind simply cannot comprehend how to be angry or how to cling to the sorrow she had felt when he was gone, when he is now right in front of her. The last of the dark that had hung like shadowed cobwebs in her mind were effectively erased the moment she laid eyes on him, but when she feels the regret he unintentionally pushes from himself towards her she feels something tighten inside of her chest.
“Why are you sorry?” she asks as she turns her head to where he rests against her neck, pressing a soft touch to his forehead. “You’re here now,” she murmurs in a tone that is still so strangely soft for her, her lips skimming gently along his jaw. “You’re here now, and you’re alive. That’s all I wanted.”
She doesn’t know where it comes from, then, the sudden surge of affection and love that rises up in her heart like a tidal wave. It is nearly consuming in its intensity, perhaps brought on by the feel of his body fitted against hers after so long apart, and the relief of having the only living thing other than their daughter that she cared about with her again. It swells in a way that she could have never ignored it or mistaken it for anything else, and she feels simply by the way it seems to spring from her own blood and bones that it is not fabricated by him.
“I would have given up the stars for you,” she whispers against his cheek around her heart beating in her throat, and she is no longer surprised at how easy it is to admit such a thing.
She does not know how to be bitter that he was gone during Kamaria’s birth and those first few weeks where she struggled to navigate how to be a mother to a living, breathing child in a world still consumed by dark and danger. She does not know how to resent him for an absence he had no control over, or how to turn her own sadness into some kind of weapon against him the way someone else might.
Her mind simply cannot comprehend how to be angry or how to cling to the sorrow she had felt when he was gone, when he is now right in front of her. The last of the dark that had hung like shadowed cobwebs in her mind were effectively erased the moment she laid eyes on him, but when she feels the regret he unintentionally pushes from himself towards her she feels something tighten inside of her chest.
“Why are you sorry?” she asks as she turns her head to where he rests against her neck, pressing a soft touch to his forehead. “You’re here now,” she murmurs in a tone that is still so strangely soft for her, her lips skimming gently along his jaw. “You’re here now, and you’re alive. That’s all I wanted.”
She doesn’t know where it comes from, then, the sudden surge of affection and love that rises up in her heart like a tidal wave. It is nearly consuming in its intensity, perhaps brought on by the feel of his body fitted against hers after so long apart, and the relief of having the only living thing other than their daughter that she cared about with her again. It swells in a way that she could have never ignored it or mistaken it for anything else, and she feels simply by the way it seems to spring from her own blood and bones that it is not fabricated by him.
“I would have given up the stars for you,” she whispers against his cheek around her heart beating in her throat, and she is no longer surprised at how easy it is to admit such a thing.
Islas
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