a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Her heart leapt into her throat the moment she recognized the figure, and the warped images rendered the same to her in return. “Hey!” Her footsteps were lighter, easier, and Mittens followed along, her mind a ricocheting glimpse of events so damned and torn. Poor Noe – from the taco party, to whatever the Family had orchestrated in her diseased and infested haze – right down to the pool party, where she’d only seen the edges of Sohalia with her rose.
When she was only feet away, her arms cast down by her side, a gentle smile beginning to touch over her features. “How are you doing?” What wasn’t said were the whole other multitudes: I’m so glad you’re well and I’m so sorry I couldn’t do anything for you. Everything had happened so rapidly – and then not at the same time – but maybe all that mattered was the present.
When she was only feet away, her arms cast down by her side, a gentle smile beginning to touch over her features. “How are you doing?” What wasn’t said were the whole other multitudes: I’m so glad you’re well and I’m so sorry I couldn’t do anything for you. Everything had happened so rapidly – and then not at the same time – but maybe all that mattered was the present.
Lena
