There is a weight that seems to have settled permanently into the pit of her stomach. A weight so heavy she often imagines it will keep her grounded. It never does, and yet the heaviness never lifts either. Even in the dew-damp morning light, when the world is hushed and she can break apart with no witness, she doesn’t feel the weightlessness the sky had once brought her. What had once been a simple joy has become her only escape, but even that doesn’t feel like it anymore.
There are too many memories. Everywhere she turns, she is forced to shove them aside in order to continue pretending she is not a shattered thing inside.
She had thought time would ease the ache in her chest, yet time has done little to heal her. So she tries to find what time has failed to provide. With her pale wings stretched wide, she drifts slowly across the cool morning sky, feeling as empty as the cloudless blue. It takes her a moment to recognize the changing foliage far below her, and another for it to register that she had reached her destination.
Slowly, she angles downwards until she reaches the earth and settles with a soft thump. There is little finesse in her landing. Any care she had once had for such things (never much to begin with) had fled with the splintered pieces of her heart. Her rumpled wings settle haphazardly against her ribs, as dull as her dark eyes.
Lifting her head, she allows her gaze to drag slowly around. If her mother was not nearby, she isn’t entirely certain what she would do. Perhaps the heaviness would fade and she would finally float away with the breeze as she had feared for so long. One could dream, she supposes, even if those dreams had once been nightmares.
- noel
@Ryatah