i was alone, falling free, trying my best not to forget.
When your heart has broken a hundred different ways, you learn to spot the same sort of ache in others. Spirit realizes this when a girl comes crashing into him and sends him stumbling to regain his balance. He opens his mouth to ask just what on earth she was doing, but those eyes are troubled waves just looking for the storm to finally break. Slowly, he sighs. Don’t get involved, don’t get dragged into more despair, he tells himself.
And a part of him almost reaches down into his core to change into smoke again.
But he is just as alone, just as lost, and so he takes a step closer instead.
“It’s alright. There are far worse tragedies in the world than being bumped into,” he assures her with a gentle smile. “Are you hurt at all? I’m no healer, but I know a place.”
His eyes travel the landscape of her body without perversion, only honest concern as he searches for wounds. He pauses briefly to admire the shade of pink that blushes her nose and the particular shade of blue in her eyes, but he says nothing of it. Instead, he shifts his weight and repositions himself to lean once more against his tree.
“Can I know the name of the girl who crashed into me, for when I tell this story later?”
And a part of him almost reaches down into his core to change into smoke again.
But he is just as alone, just as lost, and so he takes a step closer instead.
“It’s alright. There are far worse tragedies in the world than being bumped into,” he assures her with a gentle smile. “Are you hurt at all? I’m no healer, but I know a place.”
His eyes travel the landscape of her body without perversion, only honest concern as he searches for wounds. He pauses briefly to admire the shade of pink that blushes her nose and the particular shade of blue in her eyes, but he says nothing of it. Instead, he shifts his weight and repositions himself to lean once more against his tree.
“Can I know the name of the girl who crashed into me, for when I tell this story later?”