so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
"Not like that. No - of course not," Isla says quickly, shaking her head. "I was just talking about the past. Of course I still love Ever. It's why I did what I had to do, even though I knew what it would cost us both." Tucking a lock of hair behind her ears as the sea breeze tries to snag it, Isla lets out a long and shivery breath, suddenly wanting to set the whole grove of molten pineapples alight, if only she wasn't sure they'd thrive in the heat of it.
"He hasn't said anything," she agrees, the words heavier than she'd like them to be, her arms folding tightly across her chest. "I don't know if he'd be able to talk to me even if he wanted to. And I... I can't be the one to approach him. You get that at least, right?" she says, gazing up imploringly at Remi. "After being the cause of all this hurt, I can't go up there and bother him in the one place he might actually feel comfortable. The most I might do is write a letter..."
Whenever she feels capable of trying to put this mess into words. Sighing once again and rubbing at her forehead, Isla clears her throat. "Sorry, Remi. I'm really shitty company today."
"He hasn't said anything," she agrees, the words heavier than she'd like them to be, her arms folding tightly across her chest. "I don't know if he'd be able to talk to me even if he wanted to. And I... I can't be the one to approach him. You get that at least, right?" she says, gazing up imploringly at Remi. "After being the cause of all this hurt, I can't go up there and bother him in the one place he might actually feel comfortable. The most I might do is write a letter..."
Whenever she feels capable of trying to put this mess into words. Sighing once again and rubbing at her forehead, Isla clears her throat. "Sorry, Remi. I'm really shitty company today."
