Subterranean Homesick Blues

[Mati Church]

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Mati looked away, blinking gently and letting the tears fall. They wet the fur around her eyes, but did not pour the way they did from Haven. Maybe it was because she didn’t understand fully, though she was capable of moving past that, but Mati could fight the rolling emotions that threatened to take over. The girl moved closer, hugging her brother’s should in hopes of comforting him. She hated to see him so upset, so broken. Something had so obviously settled in his heart and had broken it. His confusion was overwhelming, but it was nothing like the self-doubt that he expressed. Keeping quiet as he spoke she let him fall into her. She knew there was nothing else that she could say, nothing that would make him right again. The girl didn’t even know what he was so scared of becoming, but he wasn’t one for false fear. He had told her that the fictional monsters hadn’t existed, she knew that he wasn’t becoming anything but a monster true and real. You wont Haven. It was all she could whisper, her voice feeling defeated by his grief. It was hard to stay strong when he couldn’t show her how. Mati didn’t know what to do for him, but extended out the only help she could offer. Maybe it would be easier, to share the truth and the burden. Tell me. You don’t have to be the only one who carries this. Your not the only one who has him in them.

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