Phoenix Maplewood orion

not angry, never angry.

only mourning how much he continued to spill at her feet and to be met with the continued disgrace. but who was disgraced? him or her? they could never be free of one another, though. other halves by things beyond their own doing.

it was pontus who reached for her now and hoped to know the heart he always had.

i forgive you.

this was nothing new. this was not a change in pace.

only this time the fallout had been much more damning than any time before. he thinks of places that will not rise again, of faces not for this world anymore.

i forgive you. he echoed himself now. if wilderness grows over your heart, i will wait. i will remember you.