you'll breathe easier just knowing that the worst is all behind you
& the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
& the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
"It was." Barely a year, and look at you now. Living together. Saying I love you. Somehow she's taken you from grumpy hermit widower to being alive again, which is as terrifying as it is wonderful. Even now as you sit together like two lovesick teens with your hand on her knee and your attention trained on her sparkling eyes, the infectious smile, you can't really track how you got to this point. Love's like that, you suppose- it keeps itself hidden for stretches of time, but when it's gonna show up there's very little chance of keeping it contained.
The list of names means nothing to you, of course, because none of the people who came back were anyone you would miss. No Torchers among the resurrected ranks, and that's a solid testament to the stubbornness of your people, you think. The waitress comes over with your drinks - mai tai's - and you nod your gratitude, raising the fruity cocktail in a silent cheers.
Your drink returns to the table before your lips, a sign that you've got Serious Thoughts mulling through your mind, waiting patiently to be formed into words. "D'ya think... y'woulda wanted it t'be someone y'know?" You're looking at the orange beverage, not at her. You know her husband and daughter are at least presumed alive, but the implication is there. "When I first heard, I thought... I dunno. That maybe Ray was one'a 'em." Raising your hand from her knee to rake it through your steely curls, you bark a mirthless laugh. "Guess it's just as well he wasn'. 'magine me tryin'a raise a kid."
The list of names means nothing to you, of course, because none of the people who came back were anyone you would miss. No Torchers among the resurrected ranks, and that's a solid testament to the stubbornness of your people, you think. The waitress comes over with your drinks - mai tai's - and you nod your gratitude, raising the fruity cocktail in a silent cheers.
Your drink returns to the table before your lips, a sign that you've got Serious Thoughts mulling through your mind, waiting patiently to be formed into words. "D'ya think... y'woulda wanted it t'be someone y'know?" You're looking at the orange beverage, not at her. You know her husband and daughter are at least presumed alive, but the implication is there. "When I first heard, I thought... I dunno. That maybe Ray was one'a 'em." Raising your hand from her knee to rake it through your steely curls, you bark a mirthless laugh. "Guess it's just as well he wasn'. 'magine me tryin'a raise a kid."
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