ISLA
"You know you don't have to apologise to me," Isla says in a voice that's trying not to crack, just as Sunjata draws her against his chest and there's no use trying to hold it together. Her arms work around him, her head pressed against his shoulder, and even though she has no need of it, a sigh shudders out from her body, forcing parts of her to relax that seem perpetually held tense.
"I don't blame you," she continues; not for disappearing, not for shutting down and closing in on himself. "It still feels like it only happened yesterday." Hugging him tightly, it's a moment or two before she can draw back even enough to look up at him, absently wiping at his wet face with her sleeves. "You don't look like it was only yesterday, though." Smiling weakly, it's the politest way she can think of saying you kind of look like shit.
"I don't blame you," she continues; not for disappearing, not for shutting down and closing in on himself. "It still feels like it only happened yesterday." Hugging him tightly, it's a moment or two before she can draw back even enough to look up at him, absently wiping at his wet face with her sleeves. "You don't look like it was only yesterday, though." Smiling weakly, it's the politest way she can think of saying you kind of look like shit.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
