you can hear when the heart stops - kensley

[Anaxarete]

YOU CAN HEAR WHEN THE HEART STOPS. She takes another step in his direction. Followed by another. She can feel the ice in her veins beginning to thaw, bit by bit.  She wonders, idly, what he is thinking. But she’s never brought herself to breach his mind.  She could see - feel - the change in him. Could he see the same in her?  Time had been cruel to them both, but here they stood. Broken but breathing.  “Everything’s different,” she breathes, and the echo of distaste is evident in her voice.  There’s longing there too. Longing for a simpler time. Longing for familiarity.  For the past. Had things truly been easier then? When everything was familiar and she had only just stepped over the edge into darkness? She wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter, anyway. There was no going back. Not now. She’d accepted the past as being out of her reach long ago, but its not to say she hadn’t nearly driven herself mad in the early days.  She couldn’t drag the past from it’s prison in her memories. Instead she set herself to a new goal - a new purpose - or else she knew she’d be lost to the darkness forever. She’d rebuild what she could. Establish a new legacy built upon the old. She wouldn’t let it all fade away into the past. She’d drag it all out of the darkness if she had to.  But it had never occurred to her that she may not have to do it alone… Another step closer. I never thought I’d see you again. There are so many things she can say in reply. “I know,” she says, instead. Another step. Her gaze softens. Grows pensive, even. ”I thought it was all gone,” she breathes, softly, for it all had been gone. Or so she’d thought. A final step. She stands before him now. She can feel his breath, his warmth. “Sometimes,” she mused, not drawing her gaze from him, ”It’s refreshing to be proven wrong.” - A N A X A R E T E - been there, done that

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