yoru uncurls and rolls over onto his back to breathe in the rain and wind and let the rain dot his face so the grief is lost in the mess.
they don’t have time to relearn each other. he doesn’t have to ask to know they are not going to the same place. jin would have asked but he believes in family with the innocence of a child, a little hope and a little kindness. ]
And until then, we will be strangers who love each other?
[ and everything that happened between them here, buried under wet sand. constantly aware that it is there - it exists, it once existed with vibrancy - because it gives just so under each step, though covered now until further notice.
he hates it. to always be there, but not addressed. to exist as a secret.
but… a little hope and a little kindness might have taken root in him, too, because he finds himself considering between wet breaths: a ‘please’ that sounds like it would forgive him anything.
(so? do you see? yoru had to go or else he would have hoped. look how easily it happens. he has to go or love and hope will make him want. but hwylryn traps him.)
maybe what they’re burying now is a time capsule to discover again later, when they relearn… everything. would yoru feel loved enough to completely forgive by then? implying that he already… even though the hurt aches in his bones. ]
… You really never stopped…? Wanting me?
[ his hand opens up to the sky, a space waiting to be filled. an answer to hwylryn’s please. ]
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yoru uncurls and rolls over onto his back to breathe in the rain and wind and let the rain dot his face so the grief is lost in the mess.
they don’t have time to relearn each other. he doesn’t have to ask to know they are not going to the same place. jin would have asked but he believes in family with the innocence of a child, a little hope and a little kindness. ]
And until then, we will be strangers who love each other?
[ and everything that happened between them here, buried under wet sand. constantly aware that it is there - it exists, it once existed with vibrancy - because it gives just so under each step, though covered now until further notice.
he hates it. to always be there, but not addressed. to exist as a secret.
but… a little hope and a little kindness might have taken root in him, too, because he finds himself considering between wet breaths: a ‘please’ that sounds like it would forgive him anything.
(so? do you see? yoru had to go or else he would have hoped. look how easily it happens. he has to go or love and hope will make him want. but hwylryn traps him.)
maybe what they’re burying now is a time capsule to discover again later, when they relearn… everything. would yoru feel loved enough to completely forgive by then? implying that he already… even though the hurt aches in his bones. ]
… You really never stopped…? Wanting me?
[ his hand opens up to the sky, a space waiting to be filled. an answer to hwylryn’s please. ]
… Don’t lie again.