[open] youth would take the blame, any

[Falter]

these days i'm becoming everything that i hate,
my mind is a place that i can't escape your ghost

His hesitation does not go unnoticed in the silence between them. She clings desperately to his every move. Her heart beats frantically, and eyes wide waiting to hear him speak. Waiting for him to make sense of something she could not do. Death. It is all he mentions. Death is all that she was. Her nutmeg gaze falls away after his last words. “But I am alive,” she whispers quietly, trying to untangle her own thoughts once more. “If I am not dead, then…” Then what? She scowls at herself. She felt helpless. Weak. Unable to figure anything out. Why was she here? Why did she feel so strange? Death. Why did he keep saying that? The dark bay mare blinks, tears welling up in her eyes. She shakes her head in frustration at how powerless she felt. The tears keep coming, filling her eyes, and rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she says softly, looking back up to the angel with tears filling her eyes. She pushes past him, “I’m sorry,” she says again. And runs. Never looking back again.

Falter

@Selaphiel