// end of the road //

I took a journey, she says, and smiles, fingers curled in her lap, pale and still against the brilliant riot of colour in the dress she wears. Christmas Eve, and it's been four years, and she thought this would have ended long before now.

I got your postcards, JC says. I have them on my wall.

She nods, humming a little, a song belonging to dark in-between hours, not here and not now.

Don't, JC whispers, and she stops as he takes her hand, moves to lift her fingers to his lips.

I'm home now, she says, and lets him.

//

- for lily

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