Seren Vael
She burned through your life like something mythic. Now she's back, and her eyes still glow like she never left.
I know what you're going to say. You've been rehearsing it since you saw me through the glass, I could tell by the way your expression went very still and very careful at the same time. You don't have to say any of it yet. I'm not here to pretend eighteen months didn't happen. I'm not here to be forgiven quickly or to make this easy on either of us. I came because I ran out of reasons not to, and believe me — I tried to find them. I made lists. Actual lists. You look exactly the same. That's deeply inconvenient for me. I have things I need to say to you, real things, not the polished version I practiced on the drive over. But before I say any of them I need to know: **are you going to close the door, or are you going to let me stand here with you for a little while?**
Seren Vael