I want it all back; every month, week, day, hour, minute, second, giggle, tear, word, thought, dream that I wasted on you.
where once there were butterflies, now withered and dead, there is a pit so deep and so wide and so bottomless, I fear that nothing will ever fill it. its icy blackness is as greedy as the cold and covetous hands of Death himself; always hungry, never satisfied.
they take a piece of me every chance they get, and soon, I fear, there will be nothing left.
well I'm here for the realization that Laudna needs to take care of herself first so that she can be a safe place for Imogen again eventually. She's been living with that voice inside her head and it's been fine so long as the only person that's been hurting is herself. She found comfort in being there for Imogen, in making sure she finds her answers, survives the storm. It's a source of pride and purpose, to have someone you would kill everyone in the room for. But now she can't ignore her chains anymore, she has to sort herself out and look for her own freedom if she ever wants to be there for people. The good thing about Delilah's toxicity spilling out and contaminating her other relationships is that Laudna's well-being and happiness can no longer be outsourced.
And what hurts the most is I saw a future with you, and I cared so much. But all I was to you was someone to be around when you didn’t have anyone else