Delphine
"Is death what you seek?" She inquired, not concerned with the hands going to weapons. Her own knife returned to its sheath, and she hummed, the sound quiet. "I think death is what's easy." She explained, settling into her chair.
"Is that what your sister would want?" She inquired, fairly unconcerned of consequences. "Death is, hmm. Well, it's definitely a way out but it's... like a way to avoid dealing with your problems." She stated, studying the ceiling of the tavern, in thought.
"When my children died, I... considered death. But I realized, if I died, nobody would know about them, the stories they told me, the things we did together."
"Is that what your sister would want?" She inquired, fairly unconcerned of consequences. "Death is, hmm. Well, it's definitely a way out but it's... like a way to avoid dealing with your problems." She stated, studying the ceiling of the tavern, in thought.
"When my children died, I... considered death. But I realized, if I died, nobody would know about them, the stories they told me, the things we did together."
How can I begin again?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
