‘ we were just kids. ‘ (from Bones)
WE WERE JUST KIDS
And now they weren’t, it was as simple and as complicated as that. Children were not thrust into a war head first, children knew nothing of betrayal and misguidance. Yet, here they stood, at odds once again if only to serve no greater purpose than to survive. Her plea had done little to sway him, as widened gaze drops and hands fall into a defeated shrug. There were those who’d say she’d never known what it was like to be something, anything. Yet, in the silence that follows his statement she was sure as Merlin himself that she’d had a heart, hearing it shatter against marble floor between them. Edgar had been her rock, her lighthouse when she’d caught herself within the current and strayed too far from the morning tides. Now, however, it seemed as though she’d been standing in front of a stranger. How was it that they’d managed to fall this far apart? “Yes and here I had thought we’d made it crystal clear that we would not allow conflicts such as these to harm ––– “ War tore families apart, children from their fathers and mothers and siblings from one another’s arms. Rita, however, had never had a single thing to hold on to and it seemed as though the only person who’d she’d wanted to believe trusted her, had been torn away before she’d even had a moment to reach out. “ I said what I said in the article because it’s true. “ Lips purse, callous words escape her as she furrows a brow. “Now you may not like it, Edgar but ––– we’re not children anymore, Forgive me for seeing the best in you when you’ve only managed to see the worst in me.”
