I tuned her voice out as she told Kevin about my...about Father. The trees, bare of leaf, sat on a rusty orange bed of its own fallen foliage. The sky was a deep blue, and added a chill to everything. I subconsciously huddled into myself to keep warm, though the snugness of the car prevented the cold from ever entering.
It was difficult to ignore her, but it was the same as trying to ignore Little Red, and so, I traded. My eyes held upon him, as I knew Mother already suspected something, and was lost in her memories as it was. He was hanging on the story with the curiosity one would expect of such a little pup, and it was enough to make me smile. I think the warmth of her voice helped.
My eyes flickered down onto dusty latchings on the back of her seat, picking the perfections out mentally as I thought of him. There was much I wanted to say. To do.
For a soft moment, I lost myself to being. I wanted him close, fingers linked and eyes speaking. Alone, no future to tether us, nor past to show us the way. I was cold, but he could warm me...
The darkness came unheeded to her voice, and I returned. My eyes were gone, distant, as I responded in turn to a comment she made. And again, as a jest.
But my heart was not in it.
I'm not certain where my heart was at all.
I'm still alive. Don't worry. This story isn't over yet, mon amies. Was going to have this as a short snippet for tumblr, but I figured some of you might appreciate an update this way, and might appreciate this small little peek into Eddward mind.