Yes. I believe it does. :3reservedempathMay 3 2010, 10:42:32 UTC
Voile really couldn't piece together who was more surprised. She, who had never lifted a hand to hurt someone before, or him, who had been utterly clocked by a young creature, and a female, none the less. His murmurings did not escape her.
Never once did she turn away. Not once did she act ashamed. Not once did she hide herself or act otherwise. She stood her ground, ignored the immense stinging sensation in her hand, too drawn on the feeling, what she thought was hers, but what she realised was his.
"Don't," she began with the chiding tone. "Don't you dare begin to even think you can place yourself on the same level as me. I will spend my entire life sacrificing myself for other people. I will spend my entire life giving myself, compromising myself, and living each moment for someone else."
"You... can't even begin to imagine what it's like. You can't even picture how I feel, never knowing if I'm just reacting because you are pulling on me, or if my feelings are really mine at all."
And then just like that, Voile broke. She lifted her hands, brought them over her head, "I don't need you telling me I'm useless. I don't need him telling me I'm useless. I already know!"
Just stop. Don't talk to me like that anymore. Stop making me think this and that. I can't take it. I can't take this. I want it all to stop. I want the world to stop. I want everything to stop. Please stop.
Please stop. Please stop.
She sunk down, well aware of his words, well aware of how they made her feel. "...I..." she murmured softly. "...It's... so pointless."
"I went back to Lilycove," Voile heard herself saying, though it didn't feel like her at all. "Lilycove is my home. People... go to their homes. People belong at their homes. People belong... there. But I'm not a person. If I'm not a person do I belong anywhere? Am I just an unwanted piece?"
She made very little effort to move from her position, "...I went back to Lilycove. I'd come all the way here for one thing and one thing only. It was a selfish thing. It was selfish and self-centered and I wanted it more than anything in the world. I came here to obtain it. I did obtain it."
"I went back to Lilycove," she repeated herself as though she hadn't reiterated it enough. "I went back... because with these hands, with these eyes, with these legs, with these arms, with... with it all, I am just a thing. I thought if I could be one, if I could be like one, that it would be fine. I've... never longed for something so much that I would go so far to attain it. I've never felt like that for anything."
"So I went back to Lilycove. I went back to him. And I am nothing. And you are nothing. And we are nothing. And my heart is nothing. And no one is anything. And the world is nothing. And those dreams are nothing. And there is nothing. And all is dark."
There was a frustration. An immense frustration. It lasted no longer than a few moments and then it left. When someone reached the end of whatever it was they reached, that was it. There was nothing left. Even Voile had hit that. If there was nothing remaining, she really had nothing remaining. She could only sit on her words, sit on her agitation.
She'd made her point, however. She'd made her point to an irritating man. But what point was it? She could think of nothing better and nothing greater than returning to her room. A week of sleep and perhaps it would seem nothing had actually passed.
Never once did she turn away. Not once did she act ashamed. Not once did she hide herself or act otherwise. She stood her ground, ignored the immense stinging sensation in her hand, too drawn on the feeling, what she thought was hers, but what she realised was his.
"Don't," she began with the chiding tone. "Don't you dare begin to even think you can place yourself on the same level as me. I will spend my entire life sacrificing myself for other people. I will spend my entire life giving myself, compromising myself, and living each moment for someone else."
"You... can't even begin to imagine what it's like. You can't even picture how I feel, never knowing if I'm just reacting because you are pulling on me, or if my feelings are really mine at all."
And then just like that, Voile broke. She lifted her hands, brought them over her head, "I don't need you telling me I'm useless. I don't need him telling me I'm useless. I already know!"
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His eyes snapped to focus and he faced her. "You know, but do you intend to do anything about it?"
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Please stop.
Please stop.
She sunk down, well aware of his words, well aware of how they made her feel. "...I..." she murmured softly. "...It's... so pointless."
You are so pointless.
I am so pointless.
Everything is so pointless.
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Silently, more out of practicality so as not to wake up the neighbors, he closed the door.
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She made very little effort to move from her position, "...I went back to Lilycove. I'd come all the way here for one thing and one thing only. It was a selfish thing. It was selfish and self-centered and I wanted it more than anything in the world. I came here to obtain it. I did obtain it."
"I went back to Lilycove," she repeated herself as though she hadn't reiterated it enough. "I went back... because with these hands, with these eyes, with these legs, with these arms, with... with it all, I am just a thing. I thought if I could be one, if I could be like one, that it would be fine. I've... never longed for something so much that I would go so far to attain it. I've never felt like that for anything."
"So I went back to Lilycove. I went back to him. And I am nothing. And you are nothing. And we are nothing. And my heart is nothing. And no one is anything. And the world is nothing. And those dreams are nothing. And there is nothing. And all is dark."
And I want my mother...
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She'd made her point, however. She'd made her point to an irritating man. But what point was it? She could think of nothing better and nothing greater than returning to her room. A week of sleep and perhaps it would seem nothing had actually passed.
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