Broken Antler Fen let's show them we are better

there was a plunging inside her chest, and the woman blinked. words fell somewhere between her mind and maw; I'm sorry. so many mistakes, so much left undone, unsaid. his green orbs, familiar and yet strange to her, the sound of his voice and knowing there was no way to stop what he was about to say, which was oddly terrifying and a relief all at once. his voice was clear as the cutting cold when he spoke, his gaze unfathomable. 

words bit at her maw, of mistakes and distance and of a hundred apolagies. and yet she could not bring herself to utter them, to open her maw and let out a vomit formed of words. how different, they were now; his expression wipped clean, hers a mixture of emotions unfiltered. she only nodded, allowing him to speak first, as she labourously sorted hrough her thoughts and feelings and how exactly to sort through the mess of her thoughts.

thanks for starting this thread btw!