Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Isla steps out of the clinic at precisely 2:58 PM.
Almost exactly on time, but with a couple of minutes to spare to ensure she isn't snared by one last patient. Breathing a soft sigh, not of relief exactly, but to acknowledge the shift in her priorities and the lack of need for professional bedside care, she glances around for Ever and spots him near instantly - with no shortage of butterflies taking flight in her stomach - under the shade of a nearby awning.
Waving hello and stepping across to greet him, the warm breeze ruffling the hem of her pale blue sundress, Isla tucks a loose curl behind her ear and ducks beneath the awning to join him. With her glamour back in place and her smile made all the warmer for the company, she raises her eyebrows at the satchel he carries. "Good afternoon," she chimes. "Have you been somewhere?"
She gestures to said satchel, assuming it's from running an errand earlier in the day.
Almost exactly on time, but with a couple of minutes to spare to ensure she isn't snared by one last patient. Breathing a soft sigh, not of relief exactly, but to acknowledge the shift in her priorities and the lack of need for professional bedside care, she glances around for Ever and spots him near instantly - with no shortage of butterflies taking flight in her stomach - under the shade of a nearby awning.
Waving hello and stepping across to greet him, the warm breeze ruffling the hem of her pale blue sundress, Isla tucks a loose curl behind her ear and ducks beneath the awning to join him. With her glamour back in place and her smile made all the warmer for the company, she raises her eyebrows at the satchel he carries. "Good afternoon," she chimes. "Have you been somewhere?"
She gestures to said satchel, assuming it's from running an errand earlier in the day.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
