04-16-2018, 11:31 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]”I can’t feel anything.”
All at once, Suiteheart felt her breath catch. She had... She had seen this side of Margaery before. It had broken her heart then, and it broke her heart now. She would give anything to reverse the apathy, but she didn’t know how. She didn’t know how anymore at least. To say Suite felt crushed was only the beginning.
She inhaled sharply as a deep sadness washed over her features. It seemed she had reduced her wife to a non-feeling creature once more. Perhaps it truly was not Suite’s fault, but she blamed herself nonetheless. She blamed herself because, had she actually been there for Margy, she would be okay.
They would have been okay.
But now? Well, that was the question, wasn’t it?
Suiteheart nodded. “I thought... I thought I was the same way, but it seems you bring something out in me,” she replied, her voice bathed in an odd tone. She tried to make it light, almost comical. She wanted it to be reminiscent of the days of old. She wanted it to be somewhat sweet, for Margaery did bring out the best in her. However, the comment just sounded more exhausted than anything else.
She thought on her statement. For months, she had been in a state of unfeeling. Or so she had thought. The truth was that she had been so damn miserable that she became hollow. The sadness and loneliness has drained her. It robbed her. She was an empty vessel, save for her melancholy.
But perhaps there was hope for something else. It stood before her. It would just take... time. And time, it seemed, was the only reliable thing these days.
“I can’t help being sorry,” she admitted, her tears now slowing. “I was supposed to keep us safe... I was supposed to make sure we all stayed together after what happened last time.” Her eyes fell to the floor. She’d promised to never leave Margy again, and it had happened. Again. Sure, it was not of her own accord, but it had happened.
’Promise breaker,’ she cursed herself.
“I love you. So much. Please don’t ever doubt or forget that. Please.” For better or for worse, they had promised one another. And despite Margaery’s doubts, Suiteheart had no reservations. She wholeheartedly loved the girl before her. Nothing on this earth, heaven, hell, or anything in between would change that.
”And empty or not, I wouldn’t mind. To know - to know you were alive would’ve been enough.” She shook her head. “I should’ve tried harder. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t... And the kids.”
She let her eyes raise to meet Margaery’s. Some faint flicker of hope shone in Suiteheart’s baby blues. Maybe Margy knew where they were. Maybe everyone was here. Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe...
[color=#73B1B7][b]“The kids...? Are they...?
All at once, Suiteheart felt her breath catch. She had... She had seen this side of Margaery before. It had broken her heart then, and it broke her heart now. She would give anything to reverse the apathy, but she didn’t know how. She didn’t know how anymore at least. To say Suite felt crushed was only the beginning.
She inhaled sharply as a deep sadness washed over her features. It seemed she had reduced her wife to a non-feeling creature once more. Perhaps it truly was not Suite’s fault, but she blamed herself nonetheless. She blamed herself because, had she actually been there for Margy, she would be okay.
They would have been okay.
But now? Well, that was the question, wasn’t it?
Suiteheart nodded. “I thought... I thought I was the same way, but it seems you bring something out in me,” she replied, her voice bathed in an odd tone. She tried to make it light, almost comical. She wanted it to be reminiscent of the days of old. She wanted it to be somewhat sweet, for Margaery did bring out the best in her. However, the comment just sounded more exhausted than anything else.
She thought on her statement. For months, she had been in a state of unfeeling. Or so she had thought. The truth was that she had been so damn miserable that she became hollow. The sadness and loneliness has drained her. It robbed her. She was an empty vessel, save for her melancholy.
But perhaps there was hope for something else. It stood before her. It would just take... time. And time, it seemed, was the only reliable thing these days.
“I can’t help being sorry,” she admitted, her tears now slowing. “I was supposed to keep us safe... I was supposed to make sure we all stayed together after what happened last time.” Her eyes fell to the floor. She’d promised to never leave Margy again, and it had happened. Again. Sure, it was not of her own accord, but it had happened.
’Promise breaker,’ she cursed herself.
“I love you. So much. Please don’t ever doubt or forget that. Please.” For better or for worse, they had promised one another. And despite Margaery’s doubts, Suiteheart had no reservations. She wholeheartedly loved the girl before her. Nothing on this earth, heaven, hell, or anything in between would change that.
”And empty or not, I wouldn’t mind. To know - to know you were alive would’ve been enough.” She shook her head. “I should’ve tried harder. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t... And the kids.”
She let her eyes raise to meet Margaery’s. Some faint flicker of hope shone in Suiteheart’s baby blues. Maybe Margy knew where they were. Maybe everyone was here. Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe...
[color=#73B1B7][b]“The kids...? Are they...?
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE