ROMEK
He swung between panic and an almost too-still sense of calm. Some days, he panicked that he would never see Maribel again, panicked that he would never have a home, or know safety, or friends. He panicked that his children would grow up skinny and timid, scared of everything that lay before them (although that seemed a bit of a stretch to expect for Lili, at the very least).
And then other days a frighteningly cold calm would descend and he would realise that no matter what he did, or didn’t do, he couldn’t change anything. He swung between these two extremes, unsure of what to do, confused, alone. He knew that if his golden wife were here, he would have wise counsel and a steady grounding and he would know how best to proceed, what best to do. But he didn’t have her, he didn’t have anyone that he could talk to. Nobody who’s judgement he trusted, anyway, and who had the time for him.
Perhaps he had been more alone than he had realised, in that kingdom of ice, rock and snow. Artificial friends, horses he barely spoke to… All strangers living in the same borders. There was no true kinship there. No, his ties were to his family, and to Offspring, and to the few friends he had, and the acquaintances.
But was this the right decision? It seemed like there was no such thing anymore.
And then other days a frighteningly cold calm would descend and he would realise that no matter what he did, or didn’t do, he couldn’t change anything. He swung between these two extremes, unsure of what to do, confused, alone. He knew that if his golden wife were here, he would have wise counsel and a steady grounding and he would know how best to proceed, what best to do. But he didn’t have her, he didn’t have anyone that he could talk to. Nobody who’s judgement he trusted, anyway, and who had the time for him.
Perhaps he had been more alone than he had realised, in that kingdom of ice, rock and snow. Artificial friends, horses he barely spoke to… All strangers living in the same borders. There was no true kinship there. No, his ties were to his family, and to Offspring, and to the few friends he had, and the acquaintances.
But was this the right decision? It seemed like there was no such thing anymore.
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem