even if your heart would listen

[Geneva Stockholm]

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Geneva didn't remember closing her eyes, but when she opened them again, her heart stuttered inside of her chest. She lifted her head from her paws slowly, lime green eyes dull against the brightness of the rain fall. Rain drops caught light that slipped through the clouds, shining for a moment before falling to the ground to mix with the dirt and newly awakened grass. Soft sounds, the wind blowing, the rain fall, followed words from a voice that made her heart ache. She didn't know it was possible for her to feel more, for the depth of her emotion to stretch and grow, but it did when she realized who stood before her. She didn't get up to greet her, the weariness in her bones had set in as if it intended to stay. And Geneva was too tired to fight it, or to fight anything. Her heart didn't pound like it normally did when Anu was around. It slowed again as the excitement faded as quickly as it had flared to life. She felt as though there was a hole in her dead chest, a sense of loss she couldn't explain. It would have burned, would have driven her to come up with defensive words in the face of this angel. But she had nothing, but a few regrets and her empty chest. The bitterness of a defeat, not only physical, but mental and emotional, robbed her of any reaction. Her voice was flat, without the usual lit or cadance, as she answered without pretense. "I'll heal," was all she said, in a rough voice. And she knew that she would, eventually, if the hands of time would move by quickly. All she could do was dwell on the things she had failed to do.

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