01-02-2022, 08:28 PM
She could not say how long she had been there, suspended in the darkness. Long enough for her to give herself some well-needed therapy, not having anything else better to do. The guilt that had been dragging her down had been released and she had made her peace with everything.
And long enough for all of that guilt to come back around again and clog up her heart with its rot.
This cycle continued over and over.
Until, suddenly, it wasn’t emptiness all around her. It was still dark, though of a different kind, and a moment of confusion had water pouring into her lungs. Limbs that had not been used in countless days ached to strike towards the faint light only to lose consciousness close to the surface.
And so she washes up on the riverbank, white starlight blood marking where the rocks had been unkind.
She is back in the world, and that healing ability she cursed so much takes power from the sun and the light of her own blood and knits those wounds back together, easing the soreness in her limbs, and reversing the burning of her lungs until she is gasping for air.
Garbage is nearby and it doesn’t surprise her in the least.
What foolish thing had he done to get her out?
But that thought requires a hope she doesn’t dare focus on in case it collapses. The memories of their last meeting have a shine to them and even though she believes they are true memories, she knows too that she was not really herself. Her life had so much horror in it but it was mixed with so much good. And maybe she had been happier, but she wouldn’t want to be parted from even her worst memories if it meant losing some of the best.
If it meant losing him.
Agetta doesn’t rise, just twists into a more comfortable position with her legs beneath her and her midnight blue gaze can lock on him. The brightness is too much, the presence of the water and the mud she is sitting in, and the nearby grass and plants is suffocating in their intensity after only having nothing for company, but she does not dare close her eyes for too long.
And she knows that if she stands she will go to him and there’s something she needs to know first. “Tell me right now if you know who I am.” She intends for it to be blunt but the effect is somewhat lost in the softness of her voice, the words raspy and weary.
Still, Agetta does not intend to wait around to discover whether this wound will re-open and if they are destined to just continue missing each other. Going to Beyza to die had been a mistake, clearly, and if Garbage repeats those words he had said to her on this very shore - if she is still nothing to him - she will find someone else to do the job and make it permanent.
And long enough for all of that guilt to come back around again and clog up her heart with its rot.
This cycle continued over and over.
Until, suddenly, it wasn’t emptiness all around her. It was still dark, though of a different kind, and a moment of confusion had water pouring into her lungs. Limbs that had not been used in countless days ached to strike towards the faint light only to lose consciousness close to the surface.
And so she washes up on the riverbank, white starlight blood marking where the rocks had been unkind.
She is back in the world, and that healing ability she cursed so much takes power from the sun and the light of her own blood and knits those wounds back together, easing the soreness in her limbs, and reversing the burning of her lungs until she is gasping for air.
Garbage is nearby and it doesn’t surprise her in the least.
What foolish thing had he done to get her out?
But that thought requires a hope she doesn’t dare focus on in case it collapses. The memories of their last meeting have a shine to them and even though she believes they are true memories, she knows too that she was not really herself. Her life had so much horror in it but it was mixed with so much good. And maybe she had been happier, but she wouldn’t want to be parted from even her worst memories if it meant losing some of the best.
If it meant losing him.
Agetta doesn’t rise, just twists into a more comfortable position with her legs beneath her and her midnight blue gaze can lock on him. The brightness is too much, the presence of the water and the mud she is sitting in, and the nearby grass and plants is suffocating in their intensity after only having nothing for company, but she does not dare close her eyes for too long.
And she knows that if she stands she will go to him and there’s something she needs to know first. “Tell me right now if you know who I am.” She intends for it to be blunt but the effect is somewhat lost in the softness of her voice, the words raspy and weary.
Still, Agetta does not intend to wait around to discover whether this wound will re-open and if they are destined to just continue missing each other. Going to Beyza to die had been a mistake, clearly, and if Garbage repeats those words he had said to her on this very shore - if she is still nothing to him - she will find someone else to do the job and make it permanent.
@garbage
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