It's been months, months of only us (and the bloody stein that was Jimmy) on this island now known even more for the blood spilled on it.
(everyone I love is here forever)
"I told you that you'd understand, Abby, I told you."
But this person, who I can't call a person I love any more (he stole too much for that), doesn't know that I don't understand a thing.
I just swallowed my tongue the moment I stopped fighting, stopped running, and gave up entirely.
Every night, his eyes alight with so much fucking joy that it's sick, after all the silent meals one after the other his finger tips follow each of veins to the very end.
Rubbing the sleep away for me each morning, a sudden need to touch overcoming him every morning and night, and saying good night with a kiss between my eyes.
Being so unlike a brother (not the brother that I envisioned as a child) as the days drag on, each filled with him morning, noon, and night.
(and this broken child that doesn't utter a single vowel anymore, not since her heart was ripped out)
"Unfortunately I understand everything, Henry, so very well."