Maraiya Silverlight

just breathing

The chirp of her comm was a distant sound, like white noise, as she left the Red Moon that morning. She new how she must look. Her hair a mess, remnants of makeup smeared, wearing last nights clothes. The scent of sex and bloodthistle lingering on her skin. Not that sort of image that one brings to mind when they think of a Light wielding healer. 

But what did it matter?

She was late for work. She knew that she would be and yet, she still had stuck around late into the morning, hungry for another round of blissful normalcy, something that brought her mind back into the here and now even if it was temporary.

No, she knew that it wasn’t a way to solve her problems. That wasn’t the point anyways. It was far from the only thing she was doing to try to work through this process. It would all take time. She knew that. But it was a sweet release in more ways than one. It felt good to have something in her life that she had some sort of control in. To be able to want something and have it.

As she climbed the stairs to her apartment, her comm went off again before she simply shut it off. She felt exhausted. The smiles, the small talk, the pretending she was doing okay. It was building up to this point that she needed a break. Just for a little bit, even just for a few hours if she could be the only person that existed. 

With a languid motion, she dropped her belongings onto the floor as she flopped face-first onto the bed, still in her clothes and just closed her eyes, clearing her mind as best she could. There was nothing else. No one else.

Just the quiet. 

Just breathing in and out.