they promised that dreams come true
He does not kick her out, does not attack. He seems to be studying her, seeing things in her she probably doesn’t even see herself. This too unerves her, but then again, just about everything does. There’s some part of her that’s tired of cowering though, of fearing some repercussion that never comes. What is it exactly that she’s afraid of? Death? Unlikely, for there seems to be something sweet in the release that would bring. No, not death. Death is not the worst thing. Rejection though, which is a feeling she’s known all too well since she was a child. Rejection is her true fear, and it has crippled her for far too long.
No rejection comes though. What sort of rejection could it even be from someone she does not know? Hardly anything at all, but still…this is why she just avoids everything, but it is not proving to be any way to live. He tells her that it’s no intrusion, and she relaxes slightly, letting her eyes drift back out to the ocean as he does the same. It is gray and growing grayer still, but she doesn't mind the coming storm. Maybe rain could wash her clean. Maybe all she needed was to start again.
”Thank you, Chemdog,” she says simply, head turning to him with a nod. His next question gives her pause, not because it’s a bad question, it’s simply one that requires thought. So she gives it a moment, listening to the waves crash gently against the shore, noting how his voice and the sea sound so similar. ”I don’t know that I can find words for the what, not exactly.” She says thoughtfully. What brings her back to a place of pain and memories? What brings her back to a place where she laid on this beach waiting for death to claim her?
It wasn’t the pain that brought her back. She wasn’t seeking more of it. No, there was something else about these shores that made her long for them. ”I have lived in many places, and yet none have ever felt like home the way this place does.” It’s not exactly what he asked, but it’s as close as she can come to an answer. Perhaps he’ll understand anyway.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
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