Divines Rivalités

Sometimes I'm afraid to love other people.
Everyone I care about eventually leaves me, whether it's death or war or simply because they don't want me. They go places I can't find, places I can't reach. And I'm not afraid to be alone, but I'm tired of being the one left behind. I'm tired of having to rearrange my life after the people within it depart, as if I'm a puzzle and I'm now missing pieces and I will never feel that pure sens of completion again.

Vous trouverez les mots dont vous avez besoin. Ils existent déjà en vous, même dans l’ombre, cachés comme des joyaux.

D'abandonner une chose avec la certitude qu'elle reviendrait transformée.

Si seulement elle avait pu le mettre en bouteille, cet instant! Pour en boire un peu dans les jours à venir, pour se rappeler cette sensation de cordialité, de complétude et de joie. Comme si tous les fragments la composant étaient réunis, bien plus solides qu'ils ne l'étaient avant qu'elle ne se brise. Sa famille était là, désormais. Ces nouveaux liens étaient plus forts que ceux du sang.

«𝙅𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙪𝙣 𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙅𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙪𝙭 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙗é𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙'ê𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨é𝙨 à 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚. 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞 𝙟'𝙖𝙞 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙗é𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙘'𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙦𝙪'ê𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣é𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙙'𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙄𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧 ô𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 ê𝙩𝙚𝙨.(…) »

He found me on my darkest day.

But the moment you walked away, I knew I felt something for you, which I had been denying for weeks. The moment you wrote me and said you were six hundred kilometers away from Oath… I though my heart had stopped. I didn’t want the life my father had planned for me - a life where I could never be with you.

Because you are not alone. Not in your fear or your grief or your hopes or your dreams.
You are not alone.

Do you ever feel as if you wear armor, day after day ? That when people look at you, they see only the shine of steel that you've so carefully encased yourself in ? They see what they want to see in you - the warped reflection of their own face, or a piece of the sky, or a shadow cast between buildings. They see all the times you've made mistakes, all the times you've failed, all the times you've hurt them or disappoint them. As if that is all you will ever be in their eyes.
How do you change something like that ? How do you make your life your own and not feel guilt over it?

Même quand le monde semble s'arrêter, qu'il menace de s'écrouler, et que les heures semblent sombres alors que retentit la sirène.. ce n'est pas un crime de ressentir de la joie.