Let me think, let me think,
I’m sorry.
I wish I could.
He raises his eyes to look at her and now she cannot look at him, it is she who cannot look into those deep blue eyes and know him. Because she knows, she does know, but there are some who say that there is nothing more dangerous than ripping away the blanket of denial, and this is what’s happening here, and her mind knows that, all of it, and it tells her: Keep your blanket. Those are only shadows on the wall.
And she listens, as best she can, to the inside and not the outside - not to him - but both are going on at once and it all hurts everywhere.
”I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”
Saphira frowns, looking at him now only to glare through streams of tears in silence. There is a small part of her that says, ”I was supposed to save you, and I couldn’t, and that is what I have been living with in a world without you,” but he’s gone and said this thing, and she’s still under the blanket watching the shadows. Saphira shakes her head and turns away from him, slow at first, but a few feet from him she breaks into a run, the ocean trailing from her eyes in big fat drops.
Those were my words, they say, and you took them from me.
@Orestes
