❝ i think maybe a part of me died that day too. ❞ - to Maria from
@thishastostop || James & Maria
Grief is a killer.
Anguish felt like ice shards in the veins that pierced the heart. It arrested the lungs, trapped the tongue, until all one could do is cry out for relief. Grief clung to James like a second skin, unable to be removed, cleaned. It clouded his eyes, forcing visions of Mary, illuminating the absence of her. Wherever James looked there would be nothing but the shape of her body, the ghost of her life.
Maria's lips pursed as she looked out the window, her arms crossed in front of her chest. The two of them squirreling themselves away in one of the - hopefully - abandoned shops that lined the street. It looked like some old restaurant, perhaps a diner, but the name escapes her. Not as if she cared and not as if she even tried to look, the fog was far too thick to make out the sign. Sometimes the fog grew too strong, howling winds that sent them scurrying for some form of cover, almost seeming to will them in a direction of its own choosing. It allowed them, in her opinion, an odd moment of rest between whatever destination James would set them towards. But rest let the thoughts settle. Rest let the thoughts race.
She moves away from the window, condensation forming on the window and slowly beginning to drip down the glass as if it was starting to rain.
" I've heard people say that grief is just love with no place to go. "
She uncurls her arms, one outstretching to place itself gently on James' upper arm. For once, this isn't one of her more flirtatious gestures. It's an effort to comfort him, though some part of her is certain he will pull away. He always pulls away.
" You must have loved Mary quite a lot. I'm sure she knew that. "
She did. She did. She did. She loved you, James. She loved you. She loved you because I love you.
So why do you hurt us?
