[private] love is for fools who fall behind, ana

[Anaxarete]

LIKE WATER FLOWING INTO LUNGS. She’d met him after she’d already shielded her heart. She’d already been chewed up and spit back out more than once by the time they had met.  He had offered nothing but kindness and understanding and in return she had given him all that she had left. There were times where she wished she had more of herself to give to him. There were times she wished she could give him her whole heart and not just the sliver of flesh and feeling nestled beneath the ice and stone. But that part she could give, she gave to him entirely. She loved him in her way, and she loved that he never asked for more than she was able to give him. And now, in a selfish sort of way, she feels relief.  For they’re so much more similar now - gingerly sharing battered hearts. Both wounded. Both healing. Both with a heart sealed away from the wickedness of the world. She wouldn’t expect anyone else to understand. She didn’t care if they did or not. She would enjoy this for as long as she could. Even if it did make her vulnerable. She hadn't let go of the anger. There's a voice in her head screaming for revenge - to bring her wrath upon whoever had put him in this situation. She does her best to try to suppress the impulse. But deep down she burns.  Someone will pay. Not today. Not tomorrow. But ultimately, justice will come on dark wings. Of this, she is absolutely sure. She hopes that she’s done the right thing for him - that this will allow him to live despite...despite everything. “I’ll always try to keep your heart safe, Kensley,” she breathes, “Always.” A N A X A R E T E been there, done that

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