06-15-2024, 10:05 PM
i can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland,
my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now i’m covered in you
my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now i’m covered in you
The shadows of his grief seem so evident that now she wonders how she has never seen them before. Has she truly been so self-absorbed to have missed something that he is now showing her so clearly? She has noticed before that a certain kind of melancholy seemed to follow him, clinging to him like a thin veil, but since she did not expect everyone to be brimming with happiness all the time she had not looked too hard at it.
She sees now though that there is a depth to his sadness that she had not realized; that it is not the sadness that comes with just a bad day, but the kind that is marrow-deep and long-lasting, and the guilt she feels at not seeing this sooner continues to grow. Their previous interaction turns over in her mind, searching for all the pieces that she has missed in some fruitless attempt to place them all together in a way that makes sense.
When she comes up with nothing, she decides to just be direct.
“Nemeon,” she ventures softly, worry clouding her light-colored eyes. “I know we may have not known each other for long, but if there’s something bothering you, you can tell me.” She pauses, matching his own step forward. This is the closest they have ever stood, and until now she had not wondered if that was strange — but now she finds herself thinking that perhaps he kept a distance because he did not want her close. This thought almost causes her to move back again, but afraid that he would take that as an insult she remains where she stands, resisting the strange urge that she suddenly has to gently touch him. “I promise that if it’s a secret, I won’t tell anyone.”
She sees now though that there is a depth to his sadness that she had not realized; that it is not the sadness that comes with just a bad day, but the kind that is marrow-deep and long-lasting, and the guilt she feels at not seeing this sooner continues to grow. Their previous interaction turns over in her mind, searching for all the pieces that she has missed in some fruitless attempt to place them all together in a way that makes sense.
When she comes up with nothing, she decides to just be direct.
“Nemeon,” she ventures softly, worry clouding her light-colored eyes. “I know we may have not known each other for long, but if there’s something bothering you, you can tell me.” She pauses, matching his own step forward. This is the closest they have ever stood, and until now she had not wondered if that was strange — but now she finds herself thinking that perhaps he kept a distance because he did not want her close. This thought almost causes her to move back again, but afraid that he would take that as an insult she remains where she stands, resisting the strange urge that she suddenly has to gently touch him. “I promise that if it’s a secret, I won’t tell anyone.”
Allaire
@Nemeon