AISHA
war is raging in my head
This meeting was far different from their last, where they'd put in so much effort to be heard. To speak, to weave words and conjure anecdotes to entertain, to enjoy. Now they were tired, two kids thrown more than they'd asked for. They didn't say anything for a long time, but Aisha didn't feel unheard. She felt understood in some way, and that was enough to spark some life into this bleak day.
Words broke their comfortable silence, but not in a bad way. What he said brought that faint smile back, the corners of her mouth tugging up against all the other worries and regrets. That was something she could be proud of, that her letter had meant something. Something she'd done had helped, and that was a step. "Anytime, bumpkin," the nickname came to her as she said it, a memory in itself of a time when they'd laughed.
Words broke their comfortable silence, but not in a bad way. What he said brought that faint smile back, the corners of her mouth tugging up against all the other worries and regrets. That was something she could be proud of, that her letter had meant something. Something she'd done had helped, and that was a step. "Anytime, bumpkin," the nickname came to her as she said it, a memory in itself of a time when they'd laughed.
don't know which side wants me dead
