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Well, that's the last chapter I had to translate, so it I'll take a bit longer for me to update now. But I think four chapters in two days is pretty enough sksksks
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----------------------------*-----------------------------When the air is quiet and the sky is blue
I can't help be reminded of you
How your eyes are shut
So you cannot see
Just how very close I keep you to me
Marceline's room was often the only place where she really felt safe. The locked door, the disconnection with whatever was outside: the little comforts that provided the perfect illusion that all demons were trapped outside.
And in that dark little place you have made
You'd swear all these pretty clouds are gray
I wonder how you're doing
How you're doing nowIt was a necessary exercise in those moments. When Simon was too far within himself to be located. Especially at that time of year. It was always the worst part. A little worse when Simon was in crisis.
In a million years never thought I'd see
The day you would choose your fear over me
'Cause many storms have come
And if not for you
I'd have been struck down, disappeared at sea
I know it's hard for you to take a compliment
But my life began the day which you came in it
I wonder how you view me
How you view me nowIt was a bitter mixture of sadness and acceptance. A painful nostalgia. She loved the part of Simon that she could have, and in a way she had learned to love the broken parts of him. If her mood was good enough, she could afford to step into the game a little, let the fantasies in his head become entertainment. f she concentrated enough, it was like she was 7 again, and it was nothing more than roleplay to cheer her up.
But she was old enough to know. Inevitably, the room was filled with images: a mixture of the past that she wanted back with the future that she longed for, but probably would never have. She could almost see a smaller version of herself running around the room. An older Simon, but more lucid one, laughing in the chair she had made her mother buy out of nostalgia for his old chair. Him asking an older version of herself about her life.
On a night like this
It's just me and the kid
And there's a chair for you
Where you'd always sit
And we would talk for hours about the dumbest shit
And you would always start my cigarette
Ah, the fucking cigarette. She had an erased tip in the ashtray, mocking her. The unhealthy habit stolen from Simon. A 9-year-old Marceline had promised him never to put one of those in her mouth. He had promised to quit. The cigarette and the other heavier shit that came up when Beth was gone. It turned out that, in the end, no one kept their promise.
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