leaving footprints to remind us

She fits far too easily against him - like she's supposed to, part of Isla wants to think - but she banishes that thought as quickly as possible, even as she sinks into the comfort of the alchemist all around her. Because it's not as though what they had was one sided, and it's not as though she wouldn't have been with Remi if it weren't for the thousand thousand complicating factors that seem to dog them at every turn. And to find happiness somewhere else - somewhere unexpected and unlooked for... it hurt as much as it was wonderful. "I don't think either of us will ever count as normal idiots," she remarks, her smile hidden against his chest. She's reluctant to draw away when he pulls back, peeking up at him and letting her hands smooth across his chest to try and get rid of the creases she's put in his shirt, not to mention that it's now wet with her tears. "Now you are just flattering me," she says, the words almost coming out through a whisper. "What if I've messed everything up, though...? I wouldn't blame him for not wanting to see me again." ISLA pray for me pray to me