o6. her name ain't god

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by cashmodeus

by cashmodeus

Heather looked away. "Well, for the longest time, maybe I want to go to the edge of the world too."

"Talaga?"

"But not to write or any other thing like that. I just want to live near the ocean so when I think I've lived my life enough, then I can finally come home to the depths of the Earth. To be embraced by the waves and for my heart and lungs to be filled with the ocean's love."

"Eh?"

Nanatiling nakatulala si Helia dahil sa naging pahagay ni Heather. Maiiyak na nga sana ito, ngunit isang marahang tawa lang ang isinukli ni Heather at seryosong itong hinarap.

"Calm down, I didn't say I'd do it right at this moment. I said until I think I've lived my life enough." Heather leaned closer and caressed Helia's chin.

"And meeting you, I realized that living in this lifetime will never be enough, because I didn't just want to grow old with you. I want to be with you beyond time and space. I want to meet you again in another life and be your woman, in each of them."

Seeing Helia this close, with those eyes like the bedazzling stars, the moon child Heather couldn't help but to slowly close the distance between her and Helia's lips whose warmth's like the sunrays.

A perfect eclipse.

"Perhaps I want to be written in a fairytale so I can live forever with you. I want to live, as long as it's with you."

Once again, Helia found herself in the reality where Heather isn't there anymore. It's just saddening because she used to their that either she'll found her lost identity or not, the memories that they have together was somehow enough for her to build who she wanted to be. It was simple and wholesome. That's all that Helia ever wanted and not those throne, royal blood and the castle. But maybe the world really wanted her to take the lead and have the crown.

For it kept stealing everything she truly wanted, and left her with a big hole in her chest. Her dreams, and her simple future, all of it wouldn't be possible anymore because madness slowly became her new alley. It's dangerous, she knew, but what do people expect after ruining her little hopes for a better life? Forgiveness?

That's ridiculous.

As far as she can remember, her name ain't god and she's not a patron saint of masochism.