and if you maybe find a better way to love me then
Haulani really was one of Cairo’s brightest gems. The sun shines high in the sky, a cool breeze blows in off the ocean, and everywhere Jonah looks he sees food stalls, a dozen little delicacies ready and waiting for him. After months, maybe years this time, in the places between civilization, he was looking forward to food that wasn’t burned over an open fire.
It takes less than ten minutes for Jonah to load himself up, trinkets and seeds and fancy rocks all traded away for whatever smells good. And when his arms are full he wanders, drifting higher and higher up the gentle slope of Apopo, more and more of Haulani spreading out below him.
Jonah sits gracelessly once he’s decided he’s high enough up, far enough away from the bill of the rush and bustle of the city, but still close enough to feel it’s thrum, to squint out over buildings and glittering ocean both while he bites into something smokey and delicious, a soft sound humming out of him as he chews. He’s alone anyway, what does he care?
It takes less than ten minutes for Jonah to load himself up, trinkets and seeds and fancy rocks all traded away for whatever smells good. And when his arms are full he wanders, drifting higher and higher up the gentle slope of Apopo, more and more of Haulani spreading out below him.
Jonah sits gracelessly once he’s decided he’s high enough up, far enough away from the bill of the rush and bustle of the city, but still close enough to feel it’s thrum, to squint out over buildings and glittering ocean both while he bites into something smokey and delicious, a soft sound humming out of him as he chews. He’s alone anyway, what does he care?
JONAH
