The constant meddling of other folks had driven Ethan outside to the Inn's porch. He?d nearly been pummeled twice by separate parties, narrowly escaping both. Outside was safer. Outside was quieter. He was alone with his thoughts, which wasn?t necessarily a good thing. Ethan had seen Maeve inside and in his anger, snapped at her in frustration. Now sitting on the porch swing, it was just another thing to add to the pile of mistakes to guilt himself over.
Inside the inn, Maeve had tired of the tension and drama as well. She gathered her books and after saying a few goodbyes, made her way outside. She passed Ethan tensely, unable to find the words to part with him and so, simply nodded.
She made it about halfway down the road when she realized she would never get any sleep tonight leaving things this way. He was her china! They were supposed to be the closest of friends. Friends. She simply had misunderstood how friends acted in RhyDin. Walking back up the porch steps, she crouched to place her books nearby on the ground. Maeve hoisted herself up so she could sit on the railing, her shoulders hunched over and both palms holding onto the space between her knees.
It wasn't the first time they had sat together in silence. There had been plenty of times during their work at the Refuge. But, this felt different. She chose to wait, not knowing where to begin.
"Do you hate me, too?" Came a whisper from the dark. Ethan couldn't stand the silence. There had been a time when he'd been content to just sit with her in the quiet.. but, not now. Not when his chest ached like this.
Maeve stared down at what little she could see of the wooden porch in the dark. Her legs dangled in the air. ?No. What izit I should be wasting the energy hating on you for? I am telling you the time last. It iz not for me to say a thing about what you do with the chickies.? That last bit needed to be said out loud her benefit as much as his. They had had this conversation before. Who was she to have any right to judge? Of course, she had thought she could take a decent guess at who she was to him over these last few weeks but last night served as a slap in the face reminder that she had much to learn about reading people.
She continued to swing her legs while she let him digest what she said. She sniffled a little, but it was because it was cold out. The waterworks were not flowing, even if she had gotten misty for a split second earlier.
For a long while, the only sound coming from Ethan's vicinity was the creaking of the porch swing. Her words brought heaviness to his already emotionally laden heart. "I hadn't meant to hurt you Maeve. My mind.. it has a stupid way of processing information and..." what was he going on about? None of that would make sense to her. "I thought I knew what I wanted, but I'm confused right now." He hoped that would suffice.. and that she would accept his apology.
Inside the inn, Maeve had tired of the tension and drama as well. She gathered her books and after saying a few goodbyes, made her way outside. She passed Ethan tensely, unable to find the words to part with him and so, simply nodded.
She made it about halfway down the road when she realized she would never get any sleep tonight leaving things this way. He was her china! They were supposed to be the closest of friends. Friends. She simply had misunderstood how friends acted in RhyDin. Walking back up the porch steps, she crouched to place her books nearby on the ground. Maeve hoisted herself up so she could sit on the railing, her shoulders hunched over and both palms holding onto the space between her knees.
It wasn't the first time they had sat together in silence. There had been plenty of times during their work at the Refuge. But, this felt different. She chose to wait, not knowing where to begin.
"Do you hate me, too?" Came a whisper from the dark. Ethan couldn't stand the silence. There had been a time when he'd been content to just sit with her in the quiet.. but, not now. Not when his chest ached like this.
Maeve stared down at what little she could see of the wooden porch in the dark. Her legs dangled in the air. ?No. What izit I should be wasting the energy hating on you for? I am telling you the time last. It iz not for me to say a thing about what you do with the chickies.? That last bit needed to be said out loud her benefit as much as his. They had had this conversation before. Who was she to have any right to judge? Of course, she had thought she could take a decent guess at who she was to him over these last few weeks but last night served as a slap in the face reminder that she had much to learn about reading people.
She continued to swing her legs while she let him digest what she said. She sniffled a little, but it was because it was cold out. The waterworks were not flowing, even if she had gotten misty for a split second earlier.
For a long while, the only sound coming from Ethan's vicinity was the creaking of the porch swing. Her words brought heaviness to his already emotionally laden heart. "I hadn't meant to hurt you Maeve. My mind.. it has a stupid way of processing information and..." what was he going on about? None of that would make sense to her. "I thought I knew what I wanted, but I'm confused right now." He hoped that would suffice.. and that she would accept his apology.