and if they reset, will you forget me again ? it lingers on their tongue, not meant to be set free ( not yet, not now ). their shoulders are heavy with all that has been wrought and a conscience desperately wishes to make sense of an unexplained chaos. they thought, when finally the stars align and allow wayward family to meet again, it would get better. but it has not gotten better, and still the guardian aches. he knows their answer.
he knows beloved friend would lay down all that remains of own essence to protect a youth most precious. and as words fail them, gingerly comes the hand that reaches for a fabric they do not recognize. a gentle touch of uncertainty, unknowing if spectral form can grasp true existence. but when it does, restraint succumbs to deepest longing and into tight embrace they pull a monster once thought lost ( clutching to forlorn past, voice shaking ).
❛ I have missed you so much. ❜ // @ribdiculous / cont.
