when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Only as she realises someone is cutting through the casual meandering of those on the beach does Isla look up, her gaze catching immediately on Remi. She doesn't think she has seen him outdoors in the light for a long while, able to feel the sense of other that settles over her at his lack of shadow. Others step out of his way too, and not just because he's well-known on sight by now. It's such a small detail, that shadow, but it unnerves all the same.
He is more than just a shadow on the ground, though, and relief melts through her veins like ice against the Torchline sun just to see him. "Hey." She scrambles to her feet, brushing sand from her summer dress and gazing up at him in a way that she simply couldn't manage the night before.
"Thank you, for coming," she says. "I've been an awful friend to you, Remi. I'm so sorry. Can we talk, please? I think I owe you that... and a lot more than that."
He is more than just a shadow on the ground, though, and relief melts through her veins like ice against the Torchline sun just to see him. "Hey." She scrambles to her feet, brushing sand from her summer dress and gazing up at him in a way that she simply couldn't manage the night before.
"Thank you, for coming," she says. "I've been an awful friend to you, Remi. I'm so sorry. Can we talk, please? I think I owe you that... and a lot more than that."
i could die
Isla
