12-02-2024, 12:36 AM
yes i know that love is like ghosts,
few have seen it but everybody talks —
few have seen it but everybody talks —
Narya doesn’t notice the way his gaze seems to drift, like he’s momentarily slipped into some far-off corner of his mind. She’s too preoccupied with herself, as always—too busy fighting to appear unbothered by the whispers in her ears or the flickering shapes darting just beyond her vision. Her attention is so consumed by the unseen that she often misses what’s happening right in front of her. This time, the only thing she catches is the pause in his voice, but it is not so long that she finds it odd.
His question though makes her falter.
Does she want to know her future? Hope and fear rise up simultaneously in her chest, leaving her feeling uncertain. If her future is grim, would she rather walk blind, unburdened by the weight of that knowledge? Would it be better to not know that her life is never going to be any better than it is right now? “I doubt there’s anything worth seeing,” she says softly, her voice tinged with apprehension and another frown worrying her face.
But the thought won’t leave her. What if there is a glimmer of light ahead? Wouldn’t it be worth it to know such a thing is waiting for her, to give her something to hold onto when the darkness is too heavy? Perhaps a life where ghosts no longer haunt her and the whispers are gone, replaced by a stillness she’s never known.
A normal life.
A quiet life.
Her resolve wavers, and then she exhales, barely above a whisper. “But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to look.”
His question though makes her falter.
Does she want to know her future? Hope and fear rise up simultaneously in her chest, leaving her feeling uncertain. If her future is grim, would she rather walk blind, unburdened by the weight of that knowledge? Would it be better to not know that her life is never going to be any better than it is right now? “I doubt there’s anything worth seeing,” she says softly, her voice tinged with apprehension and another frown worrying her face.
But the thought won’t leave her. What if there is a glimmer of light ahead? Wouldn’t it be worth it to know such a thing is waiting for her, to give her something to hold onto when the darkness is too heavy? Perhaps a life where ghosts no longer haunt her and the whispers are gone, replaced by a stillness she’s never known.
A normal life.
A quiet life.
Her resolve wavers, and then she exhales, barely above a whisper. “But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to look.”
Narya
— spirits follow everywhere i go,
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
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Ruhr