time-zones are the oddest sort of thing, don’t you think?

finally finished. (for the second time.)

(“to various persons, all at once” / part eleven.)

And the one thing, all I ever wanted you to say was “I’m sorry.” Those words alone would’ve changed things but you said yourself that your pride always gets in the way, and the truth is you were never as sorry as I really wanted you to be. Never as sorry as you should’ve been, as you could have been. “I’m sorry” would’ve sunk ships, cracked foundations, refrozen the polar ice-caps, and you had neither the courage nor the will. You didn’t need to say it to be forgiven— you’ve been forgiven for centuries. I forgave you when I realized you were helpless and hopeless and doomed to continue on in the dark without any realization or reparation. I just needed you to say it for both of us.