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melinoë's vision

maybe words won't heal these wounds but silence and physical contact will.

a walk in the park for reassurance,

a glance at the lake for comfort,

a handhold for intertwining, both physically and mentally.

i always dreamed of us walking through a mass of fallen, multicolored leaves; i always wanted us to spend a whole day to get to know one another without our common folk around us.

just us, not anything else.

maybe then our words can flow normally and our wounds can heal. maybe then you can teach me how to feel.

and i'll teach you how to stand tall and you'll teach me how to react to human emotions. there's things that we could teach other if we gave each other more time.

truth is, we need more time to settle before we learn to be in each other's lives forever.

maybe silence and autumn leaves are better than us trying to live without the concept of us not being together.

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if i'm a god, then i just might have the mindset of a mortal. and you can't be human, psamathe, for you have the name of the goddess of the sea shores.

maybe you're just a corrupted god like me.