Isla
"You can always throw things after I'm gone, if you like," Isla says with a gentle shrug, as if to give him permission to be the one who's explosive for once. Who knows, maybe it will make him feel better? And it's as an expert at making others feel better that Isla smooths out her dress and steps out from behind the table, tucking her chair in and leaving her food completely untouched.
"You don't need to apologise to me," she says, her smile sweet even if it feels like there are thorns trying to sprout in her chest. "You didn't do anything wrong." Stepping past the Flood, she reaches out to give his shoulder a warm squeeze. "Look after yourself, Sunjata. I'll keep in touch."
Not knowing whether or not it's a lie, nonetheless Isla heads back inside from the Longheat sun. She doesn't darken the doorway of the House of Midnight again after that.
~FIN
"You don't need to apologise to me," she says, her smile sweet even if it feels like there are thorns trying to sprout in her chest. "You didn't do anything wrong." Stepping past the Flood, she reaches out to give his shoulder a warm squeeze. "Look after yourself, Sunjata. I'll keep in touch."
Not knowing whether or not it's a lie, nonetheless Isla heads back inside from the Longheat sun. She doesn't darken the doorway of the House of Midnight again after that.
~FIN
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
