[ funny, isn't it. how she's always left looking at someone else's back.
the guilt chews at her. it doesn't sober her the way she wishes it would, it doesn't lessen the flame -- just deepens the shame that came with it, even with the promise of a message later it
doesn't help
at all, the gnawing loneliness furthered by her soul, the heat and memories he's left her with. malkuth's got no other words even for herself, just a groan and curling up where he'd sat, the scent of the sea an unfortunate reminder. the flowers will be collected when she's sure he's far gone, and they'll find a place in her room like all the others, it just
won't
help, at all, the flush in her cheeks that won't go away even once her week ends. ]
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we should kill him
the guilt chews at her. it doesn't sober her the way she wishes it would, it doesn't lessen the flame -- just deepens the shame that came with it, even with the promise of a message later it
doesn't help
at all, the gnawing loneliness furthered by her soul, the heat and memories he's left her with. malkuth's got no other words even for herself, just a groan and curling up where he'd sat, the scent of the sea an unfortunate reminder. the flowers will be collected when she's sure he's far gone, and they'll find a place in her room like all the others, it just
won't
help, at all, the flush in her cheeks that won't go away even once her week ends. ]