“Get rid of you when you're falling at my feet? Not likely” He teased back. Content to lean against her. The observation post was excellent for watching the stars, which also meant it was perfect for watching a storm. He had always loved the distant sound of thunder, and the patter of rain falling above him. Lately, storms were bitter-sweet, but he felt like each one hurt that spot in his heart a little less. Was he healing? Did he want to heal? When he was with Isa, he felt that the answer was yes. Alone, he worried he worried it was the same as forgetting. A dishonour to her memory.
He gave a contented sigh as he felt her head against his shoulder. The sound of rain got louder, signalling the storm was approaching overhead. He almost sprouted some platitude on the tip of his tongue. But this was Isa, and she deserved more of him than that. Deserved to hear what was in his heart. “I don’t really trust the future any more. At least in the here and now, everything is okay.”
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