all things to dust return but you keep on

He placed down the tea, and then looked back at Hazel. Realising she was still hovering awkwardly in the doorway. He wasn’t sure exactly why she was reluctant to leave, but he wouldn’t shoo her away. Instead, he grabbed a spare coat and tossed it over his shoulders. “Let's go for a walk, shall we?” He suggested, making his way towards her and the door.

At her question, he sighed softly. It seemed he would be dodging that one for a while yet. “I’m holding.” He said, which was just another version of the same things he’d given to others. There was little one could say to someone who had lost their world, and little the one who had lost could say to describe it. He brushed gently past her. “How are your studies going?” He asked, changing the topic.


"Sirius Fatalis"