“ When plants die, the earth does not tremble. ”
“ 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡! ” Her shout cuts a dark space out of the twilight. Bringing her knees to her chest, she curls in on herself, making herself a shell-shape and closing herself off.Above her, the stars burn cold, puritanical holes into the blue-black strata of night. “ Enough about the earth. ” I can't stand it. “ I don't want to hear it. Not now. ”
Enough about the earth. Enough about its multitudes, its beauty, its change . . . what if change was an absence? What then? How many more would they lose? How many more would be captured, shattered?
Her fingers arch in her hair. “ I can't. I just can't. I can't take another word. Everything should grow, and everything should change, and isn't the earth so inspiring? ” She grits her teeth, finally meeting Bismuth's eyes with her own. Stare sharp and poisonous, “ She's not a plant, Bismuth! She isn't going to grow back! ”
ETERNAL SONATA : accepting












