So much of the last few years has been about accepting the way things change and the things that you lose. Accepting that Alice Tonner died at eleven years old, the loss of the person she could have become. Accepting that she's not human, anymore, and the loss of the part of her that wanted to be. Accepting that her relationships with people would never be the same again, the loss of what there used to be.
But change doesn't just bring loss. And it's accepting the things she's gained that's still a battle, even now. Because to have something means it can be taken away, and then you're right back where you started.
Daisy inhales. Feels her lungs expand to their full capacity, as free as she'll ever be.
"...yeah," she breathes, looking back at him with a gaze that says more than any words she could force together. They're here. Despite everything, they're both here. "Me too."
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So much of the last few years has been about accepting the way things change and the things that you lose. Accepting that Alice Tonner died at eleven years old, the loss of the person she could have become. Accepting that she's not human, anymore, and the loss of the part of her that wanted to be. Accepting that her relationships with people would never be the same again, the loss of what there used to be.
But change doesn't just bring loss. And it's accepting the things she's gained that's still a battle, even now. Because to have something means it can be taken away, and then you're right back where you started.
Daisy inhales. Feels her lungs expand to their full capacity, as free as she'll ever be.
"...yeah," she breathes, looking back at him with a gaze that says more than any words she could force together. They're here. Despite everything, they're both here. "Me too."