'Maybe' warrants a warm chuckle as it shifts in its chair. Yes, it knew many tales but it knew heartbreak personally, too. The burning heart does not care for logic or reasoning. It dreams as it wants to for as long as it wants to.
As Jacinda speaks, it watches. It watches a moment before lifting a finger to tap upon the table. A nail dragged along the wood, whimsical designs. Its eyes have fallen to the invisible patterns, quietly humming a song while the other spoke.
"Do they love me? Am I enough? I have heard these questions from children too young to be wondering them." And it is not the same kind of love, but the base emotions remain the same. "Into young ones experiencing their first love, and to adults who fear their love is fading, to the old ones who have lost it."
Those clawed nails move inward to a thick scar upon it's chest. Right where a heart might be. "It wants what it wants. So will you keep dreaming?" And waiting.
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As Jacinda speaks, it watches. It watches a moment before lifting a finger to tap upon the table. A nail dragged along the wood, whimsical designs. Its eyes have fallen to the invisible patterns, quietly humming a song while the other spoke.
"Do they love me? Am I enough? I have heard these questions from children too young to be wondering them." And it is not the same kind of love, but the base emotions remain the same. "Into young ones experiencing their first love, and to adults who fear their love is fading, to the old ones who have lost it."
Those clawed nails move inward to a thick scar upon it's chest. Right where a heart might be. "It wants what it wants. So will you keep dreaming?" And waiting.