[her words come after a long, long moment, after his fade away into the space between them, and somewhere in her soul they've been all recorded down, typed and encrypted behind ciphers only she knows how to break. even if she cannot relate to this pain in a way that says I know, his agony is that of being wounded, and needing to still walk on, even as every breath aches. frankly, it's a wonder he's still standing.
she doesn't know love like that. but with how many people wrote about it, sang about it, made art for it, let it consume them, one gets an outline of how important it can be, and how much care to treat it with. Wwhat it can do, in both the most wonderful and most painful ways. Helena guesses, and often, her guesses hit the mark. if there was a blizzard right now, she'd take Natsume outside, and let him howl into it, so that the storm might protect him in his grief, as he bleeds out of the hole in his heart.]
Even if she was in danger, even if it was not made to last eternally, your love was never a mistake. She knew, and she still made time for you. She still wanted you in her life, by the sound of it.
[unromantic, he says, and yet she let him use a flimsy excuse to stay close. she still let him be near. she used the perfume he made, that it might surround her in the day. it doesn't take a genius to know that people simply express things differently, and that some facts creep up slowly before taking residence at your side instead of bursting through the door.
Maya wanted to make him happy. she was under no obligation to.
she wanted to.]
...I think that is enough to say she loved you as well.
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[her words come after a long, long moment, after his fade away into the space between them, and somewhere in her soul they've been all recorded down, typed and encrypted behind ciphers only she knows how to break. even if she cannot relate to this pain in a way that says I know, his agony is that of being wounded, and needing to still walk on, even as every breath aches. frankly, it's a wonder he's still standing.
she doesn't know love like that. but with how many people wrote about it, sang about it, made art for it, let it consume them, one gets an outline of how important it can be, and how much care to treat it with. Wwhat it can do, in both the most wonderful and most painful ways. Helena guesses, and often, her guesses hit the mark. if there was a blizzard right now, she'd take Natsume outside, and let him howl into it, so that the storm might protect him in his grief, as he bleeds out of the hole in his heart.]
Even if she was in danger, even if it was not made to last eternally, your love was never a mistake. She knew, and she still made time for you. She still wanted you in her life, by the sound of it.
[unromantic, he says, and yet she let him use a flimsy excuse to stay close. she still let him be near. she used the perfume he made, that it might surround her in the day. it doesn't take a genius to know that people simply express things differently, and that some facts creep up slowly before taking residence at your side instead of bursting through the door.
Maya wanted to make him happy. she was under no obligation to.
she wanted to.]
...I think that is enough to say she loved you as well.