March 03, 2023, 10:27 PM
When did you know you loved Meadow?
Antigone was frigid and stiff. Discomfort was worn on his features, drawing his expression to stone.
Who had said anything about love? The boy was aghast that he had allowed his feelings to be revealed and so easily. He could not fathom how she had sliced that from his words. It was not the message he had hoped to impress on his mother. Antigone needed her to see the threat of the soldier. He needed her to understand that they could be happy without that hideous man in their midst.
It did not matter how he tried, the boy’s voice cracked and shattered the ice of his eyes. He cast his gaze to the ground, unable to meet his mother’s eye.
Antigone was frigid and stiff. Discomfort was worn on his features, drawing his expression to stone.
Who had said anything about love? The boy was aghast that he had allowed his feelings to be revealed and so easily. He could not fathom how she had sliced that from his words. It was not the message he had hoped to impress on his mother. Antigone needed her to see the threat of the soldier. He needed her to understand that they could be happy without that hideous man in their midst.
I don’t know what you mean…
It did not matter how he tried, the boy’s voice cracked and shattered the ice of his eyes. He cast his gaze to the ground, unable to meet his mother’s eye.
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RE: Yioí - by Antigone - March 03, 2023, 10:27 PM