there's an old man sitting on the throne there saying i probablly shouldn't be so mean
That one moment of physical contact was all it took to bring me back to the here and now. His form, solid against my shoulder, makes my brain think about the here and now and not the what ifs and what have yous. I can stop spiraling for a moment and my body relaxes in a long exhale. I shoot him a grateful look.
The cold. Yes. I love the cold, the snow, ice, darkness... It’s all so solitary and we know how I love to be alone. Or at least I thought I did. Hearing his advice on places to settle brings that little flutter back to my chest. Now that I was here and he had invaded my space, I found I didn’t want to be alone. At least, not quite yet. Talking with Kendry was coming easier, a feat I hadn’t expected. I’m not sure I would have it in me to start all over somewhere new so soon.
I stare out across the freshly blanketed landscape. So much promise. Isn’t that what he had said earlier? Maybe he was right? The anxiety that had been sitting in my chest, poking at my heart while I mulled over his words, quieted. Keep him company? ”I’d love that, actually.” Wait. I would? It seems I was full of surprises today.