HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry can hear the bees stirring around them, around Mabel's meaningless apology. His gaze drifts over towards their multitudes, where they float and roam slowly, harmlessly. "Yeah, me too," he mumbles, eyes narrowing as his brows lower over them. His heart feels hollowed out and tears swell at the edges of his eyes, but he draws them back with a heavy effort.
He lifts and tilts his head to her when she explains how things went on her side of things. He nods curtly when she explains how some of them stayed behind, understanding the implication but not doing much else with it. He tries to imagine it, what that must have been like. Didn't seem like much of a fair fight and he couldn't blame any of them for not being too ready for it. How do you prepare for the end?
Before he can say anything, though, she asks him a question and he raises his brows in surprise. "Yes, a spare room in the Domiciles. It's not home, but it will do," he sighs. There's no intention to bring this weight upon anyone else, only to carry it himself, alone and aimless. "For now, until I.." his voice trails, and truthfully he can't even begin to imagine rebuilding the farm. Not because of what it would take but because of what could never be replaced. Family, memories, the good and the bad... "until I rebuild. I have to."
He lifts and tilts his head to her when she explains how things went on her side of things. He nods curtly when she explains how some of them stayed behind, understanding the implication but not doing much else with it. He tries to imagine it, what that must have been like. Didn't seem like much of a fair fight and he couldn't blame any of them for not being too ready for it. How do you prepare for the end?
Before he can say anything, though, she asks him a question and he raises his brows in surprise. "Yes, a spare room in the Domiciles. It's not home, but it will do," he sighs. There's no intention to bring this weight upon anyone else, only to carry it himself, alone and aimless. "For now, until I.." his voice trails, and truthfully he can't even begin to imagine rebuilding the farm. Not because of what it would take but because of what could never be replaced. Family, memories, the good and the bad... "until I rebuild. I have to."
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
