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Jan 08, 2009 23:06

It had been, without a doubt, the best night of Mikal's life after death. Everything about it seemed perfect, inasmuch as that was possible in a place like this, from finding the beach itself to spending the night there curled up in Zia's arms. It couldn't have gone better if she'd imagined it, which she had, more than once in the time they spent ( Read more... )

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seekingmiracles January 9 2009, 05:06:30 UTC

With the warm weather back, Zia found himself out more often again. It was always too much work fighting to get layers from the clothes box to put on to bother doing much when it was snowing. He had never really liked the snow, anyway, not even back home. Things were starting to feel normal again, too, after losing yet another therapist to the island's strange whims. He'd considered going to a new one, but eventually decided not to. There was no real point anymore ( ... )

sink_nor_swim January 9 2009, 05:22:23 UTC

There was an odd sort of relief in hearing him call out to her, though Mikal couldn't have said what it was. Something seemed weird, moreso than usual, but half-asleep, she couldn't put her finger on what it was and didn't much care to. She had other things to be focusing on, anyway, like the fact that Zia wasn't too far off. They had a lot they'd have to figure out now, if the night before was any indication.

"Yeah, over here," she replied, pushing herself up so she was seated upright, waving a hand like he'd need some signal to cross to her, like the beach wasn't flat enough for her to be seen otherwise. "Where were you? Are we heading out again?"

seekingmiracles January 9 2009, 05:46:19 UTC

Zia had finally shaken himself out of his thoughts, and he started to heading over to her. What he couldn't shake, though, was the surprised look on her face. It hadn't quite sunken in yet it was really her.

"Heading out? What do you -" he started, then trailed off, looking her over. Memories were flooding back to him; things he hadn't really thought about since he realized she was gone for good. It hurt too much, especially knowing how much he had fucked up before she had left. "...What's the last thing you remember?"

sink_nor_swim January 9 2009, 06:23:05 UTC

This wasn't right. None of it was, from the question to the look on his face when he asked it, and it sure as hell didn't reflect any of the things he'd said to her the night before. Maybe she'd made a mistake, as hard as that was for her to want to admit with something like this. With a quiet, incredulous laugh, she pulled herself to her feet, brushing the sand off her legs before picking up her backpack and sweatshirt, and trying all the while to fight off a hurt expression ( ... )

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