 Hargblah. Ciao. (Read this. Es importante.) What's Past is Prologue My girls know.. dc=LOVE
Thiago watched her go. He watched her turn away, and thought, in his muddled mind, of all the other times she had walked away from him, from the minuscule- times she kissed him goodnight and went away- to the infinitely large- when she'd left and they didn't see each other for two years.
Merlin. He had seen the fear in her eyes. Seen it, he'd practically smelled it, and he didn't know how he could ever fix that. His professor always told him that once you unleash the force of yourself on a person, they lose their trust in you. And trust, the only thing he could not give her now, was to one thing the duo needed. And duo is something he'd never be again. Because if he wasn't with Eiri, he was alone. That's how he'd always known it would be. He slid down the wall nearby, and looked up at the stairs where he had seen her go. Gone. Meaning. Happiness. Worth. It all seemed to drift with her, and he didn't believe, not for a minute, that she would come back. Hopelessness drew over him, quiet and cold. She wouldn't come back. She'd grown bored of him. She'd grown afraid. She'd forgotten her promise and she'd forgotten his. She'd given them up. And she took one more thing as well. She took Thi. He would always be there, clinging to her, and Thiago remained alone. Remained bitter. Remained angry. Or, perhaps, returned. |