10-15-2008, 12:02 PM
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Strangely, perhaps, he felt a little empty. Or at least, it was that strange numbing feeling that sort of felt like nothing at all. Or alternatively, everything at once. In some sense, it was just as big a shock for him to see his sister again, even though he had always believed or known that she was alive. Some days, it had felt like he would never go back. Some days, it felt like he could never go back. Some days, he forgot that he was alone at all. Some days, he didn't know anything. Today, he didn't know anything. Was he happy? Was he relieved? Was he upset? Was he angry? Was he guilty?
She reached out to him and he sighed, stretching his own arm out to pull her in and to embrace her. It was funny in a way, how he could have forgotten just how strong personal scents were. Spending so much time covered in mint, he'd kind of lost a bit of sensitivity, and it had been a long time since anyone had been so close. It was in that scent that the relief came, that the comfort came, that the nostalgia came, that the regret came. It had been a long time. Some days, he didn't realize. Today, he did. Today, he knew that it had been months, years, lifetimes since they'd seen each other. The days before the fire had been centuries ago. He held her, and he couldn't piece together anything else to say.
I'm sorry you had to look,he said, just as quietly as before. She came to him, and he thought again that she was beautiful, and again about how much they've grown, and how much things have changed.
She reached out to him and he sighed, stretching his own arm out to pull her in and to embrace her. It was funny in a way, how he could have forgotten just how strong personal scents were. Spending so much time covered in mint, he'd kind of lost a bit of sensitivity, and it had been a long time since anyone had been so close. It was in that scent that the relief came, that the comfort came, that the nostalgia came, that the regret came. It had been a long time. Some days, he didn't realize. Today, he did. Today, he knew that it had been months, years, lifetimes since they'd seen each other. The days before the fire had been centuries ago. He held her, and he couldn't piece together anything else to say.
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