Disclaimer: Don't own Lorien Legacies or the song I quote (which is referenced at the end)
Note: It's Eight's PoV and he and Marina are kind of dating...it's complicated. But, oh well, what isn't, when you're an alien on the run?
42. STANDING STILL
We've never fought. Not like this. Usually it's bickering and smirks and suppressed smiles. She says she's mad but I grin and she forgives whatever the hell I did. It's never been that big of a mess anyways.
Life is hard on all of us. We have so much on our plate; it's incredible we haven't broken down yet.
Maybe we have, though. Maybe we're all just shattered pieces glued together and we have the scars to proof it. But these scars can't be healed by her Legacy.
I hate feeling like this and seeing her like this and I wish I knew what to say to make it all better, but a part of me knows nothing would help. So I stare wishing she wouldn't wake away without looking back, wishing that the reason she wasn't looking back wasn't because she didn't want me to see her cry. She didn't want me to see the tears I caused.
That thought brings a wave of self-hatred. She is one of the most amazing and compassionate people I've ever met. She is pure as light, but her light is shining in the darkness, fighting to keep it bright. And I just gave darkness an advantage.
I love her. Lorien knows I love her. I don't care about who was right or wrong anymore. I should walk over there and apologize and kiss her and stop those tears.
I open my mouth but no sound comes out, so she doesn't stop by the door. She's already gone but I keep staring at it, replaying our shouts in my head.
Well done, Eight, just well done.
I'm staring at the mess I made, as you turn, you take your heart and walk away.
I hope you enjoyed this even though it was kinda sad. They will work it out. The song I was inspired by and quoted is "The mess I made" by Parachute.
Sorry for not updating so often but between rehearsals and Roswell I can't even remember what I had for lunch yesterday.
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