[In another life, they never went with Expedition 33. Instead, they went with everyone else to the harbor, and said their slow, painful goodbyes, just as he did with Sophie. Maelle doesn't think she could do that. The days leading up to his last day would be agony. A death march. She would be sick with grief and he wouldn't even be gone yet and she would cry and cry and never stop despite knowing for so long that the Gommage was coming.
It would hurt like this does. Losing him would always shatter her heart in a way that could never be put right. Like the Gestrals, she thinks--they can return, but not completely. Not as they were before.
They never had enough time. He could be like Verso, immortal, and a century would never be enough for her.]
Then we don't say it, because we'll see each other again.
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Date: 2025-05-14 03:24 am (UTC)It would hurt like this does. Losing him would always shatter her heart in a way that could never be put right. Like the Gestrals, she thinks--they can return, but not completely. Not as they were before.
They never had enough time. He could be like Verso, immortal, and a century would never be enough for her.]
Then we don't say it, because we'll see each other again.