The music is incongruous to the surroundings, tinny and small -- almost lost between the rustling leaves and the bird song-- but it tells me all I need to know as I make my way up the path to Natalya's home. She hasn't disappeared. There was a brief moment on my way here that I'd convinced myself she had, just one more friend vanishing into the ether, and I'm surprised by the palpable sense of relief when it's clear she hasn't. Everyone around me has trickled off these past two years, leaving me alone with Ellen and a host of acquaintances and old friends who don't quite trust me anymore. It's selfish, perhaps, to find relief in Natalya still being trapped here, but after so much loss, it's just nice to know I still have a friend.
Even if I could really do without that wolf of hers.
Folding up my cane once I reach the edge of her steps, I offer a smile. "I wondered if you were still around."
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Date: 2013-03-29 04:36 pm (UTC)Even if I could really do without that wolf of hers.
Folding up my cane once I reach the edge of her steps, I offer a smile. "I wondered if you were still around."