moon phases ; aspen / day eight

It's one thing to see Love glaring down at me, but the sight of Areto is enough to stop me in my tracks. A quiet sound leaves my lips, I'm not sure if it's relief or sadness. I blink, and remember to breathe; remember that I still can.

And as easy as it would be to lose myself in the emotions, I try to remind myself that this is one of the few moments where I'll have a decent amount of light at my disposal. Areto has died thinking I betrayed her. I can never change that.

It's funny, how making it this far can make you feel so powerless. I don't feel like a threat. Under the blue glow, I deal with the cuts across my body, and rewrap the bandages around my throat. I rummage through my bag, and all the supplies I'm hoarding.

I don't clean my spear. There's not enough time.

When the darkness returns, I'm alone with myself, sitting in some shadow with only the outline of trees to keep me company. I wait to feel him around me. To hear one of my friends calling out for me. I wait to feel okay again. I remember what Love said to me.

And I curl up in the night, and I wait for the sun.

{ will fluff this up later, need it for leisure }