This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world
Beyond the tremors in his voice or the struggle to chase down the words before they were lost, Seren could feel his pain. It was in the tension of the shoulder she leaned against, in the heat of breath against her hair and cheek and the occasional pause as jaws ground together, flexing muscles in a way that had to give him a headache later. The girl listened intently to the confessions, the admissions of weakness he entrusted to her - of course she did - but more than anything, she simply existed there, breathing him in as he cracked open the lid of a heart too tightly sealed.
When he began to shake, and the words failed him, Seren twisted a little where she sat. Setting aside wire and glue and cups of glitter, she reached up with gentle hands and slipped her arms about his neck. Tried to pull him in, so that he could hide away in her shoulder, under a cloak of raven hair should he so wish to.
"I am so sorry, Sah, for all the things you have lost," she murmured, aching with sympathy for his pain, even if she could never quite fathom exactly what this kind of loss entailed. Not until she had lived it herself would she ever fully comprehend. "Thank you, for not dying. I know... it might not mean much, since we haven't known each other that long, and all. But I am very glad to have met you."
It felt shallow and inadequate. How many things would have chanced or remained the same if they never met? Seren couldn't say. Only that the days with Sah in her life was more fun than the ones without. And perhaps that was what really mattered.
When he began to shake, and the words failed him, Seren twisted a little where she sat. Setting aside wire and glue and cups of glitter, she reached up with gentle hands and slipped her arms about his neck. Tried to pull him in, so that he could hide away in her shoulder, under a cloak of raven hair should he so wish to.
"I am so sorry, Sah, for all the things you have lost," she murmured, aching with sympathy for his pain, even if she could never quite fathom exactly what this kind of loss entailed. Not until she had lived it herself would she ever fully comprehend. "Thank you, for not dying. I know... it might not mean much, since we haven't known each other that long, and all. But I am very glad to have met you."
It felt shallow and inadequate. How many things would have chanced or remained the same if they never met? Seren couldn't say. Only that the days with Sah in her life was more fun than the ones without. And perhaps that was what really mattered.
Seren
