when you're a monster, there are good days and there are bad days. living beyond a human lifespan takes its toll. it isn't just the losses, seeing the world change, events which are traumatic enough in itself. it is the weight of the memories, the loneliness of never being able to share it. the nightmares that stack up endlessly. there are days where she sees pollen float off the meadow flowers, mother gaia breathing life back into a nearly dead earth, days in which the gleaming sun warms her face and it all seems worth it. but today is a bad day; she woke up in a sweat, horrors of the past creeping through the barrier she has carefully built, and the morning was grey and cold. she dragged herself out of bed and into a shower, forced herself into a shirt and jeans, out onto the streets, where she was grateful for the cold wind whipping her awake, reminding her that this was real. she sits down on a park bench and dials the first ( the only ) number on her phone. she waits for it to ring.
when he picks up ( he always does for her ), she takes a beat and leans into the silence. it is strangely comforting. " hey. is today a bad one or a good one for you ?
@madesins for ezekiel
