Aurelia
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
At the sound of her name, spoken in a voice both bewildered and surprised, Aurelia turned, a flicker of recognition stirring within her. Such calls had become a familiar refrain in recent days. Yet, this voice resonated deeper than any other.
Whirling around, she beheld him, stumbling through the white sands, his emergence from the watery depths a spectacle of ungainly grace.
"Sunjata!" The name burst forth, a joyful exclamation that carried the weight of the years. A radiant smile bloomed on her face. Her heart, heavy with the burdens of her past and the uncertainties of her return, felt a sudden lightness.
Years of solitude melted away, replaced by a rush of warmth and affection.
Her steps quickened, closing the distance between them. As she reached him, her gaze searched his face for any sign of the playful spirit and unwavering support she remembered so well. Or had the sting of her absence left him bittered towards her too?
"It's really you," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe it."
Her gaze traced the familiar lines of his face, the laughter lines around his eyes, the strength in his jaw. Time had etched new stories onto his features, but the essence of the man she knew remained unchanged.
"I missed you," she confessed, her voice a soft whisper. "More than I can say."
The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken longing and the bittersweet ache of lost time. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over, but she blinked them back, determined to hold onto this moment of reunion, this precious reconnection with her greatest friend.
"I'm back, Sunjata," she declared, her voice gaining strength with each syllable. "And I'm not leaving again. Not this time."
A silent promise reflected in her eyes.
Whirling around, she beheld him, stumbling through the white sands, his emergence from the watery depths a spectacle of ungainly grace.
"Sunjata!" The name burst forth, a joyful exclamation that carried the weight of the years. A radiant smile bloomed on her face. Her heart, heavy with the burdens of her past and the uncertainties of her return, felt a sudden lightness.
Years of solitude melted away, replaced by a rush of warmth and affection.
Her steps quickened, closing the distance between them. As she reached him, her gaze searched his face for any sign of the playful spirit and unwavering support she remembered so well. Or had the sting of her absence left him bittered towards her too?
"It's really you," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe it."
Her gaze traced the familiar lines of his face, the laughter lines around his eyes, the strength in his jaw. Time had etched new stories onto his features, but the essence of the man she knew remained unchanged.
"I missed you," she confessed, her voice a soft whisper. "More than I can say."
The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken longing and the bittersweet ache of lost time. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over, but she blinked them back, determined to hold onto this moment of reunion, this precious reconnection with her greatest friend.
"I'm back, Sunjata," she declared, her voice gaining strength with each syllable. "And I'm not leaving again. Not this time."
A silent promise reflected in her eyes.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
