A time to remember

[runmakitarun]

The air is crisp without being cold, the sun is bright without being hot, and the grass is greener than it ever was back home. But somehow... somehow this seems like the perfect place to remember papa. The perfect place to love his memory and let it go.

She looks around her. Friends. Family, in a way. She has lost much, but she has gained much.

And she is not alone.

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita's hand rests lightly on Mel's. For now that's enough.

[slayer_fray]

And hopefully it'll be enough tomorrow as well. And the day after, and...

Mel's fingers tighten slightly and relax. This is the worst thing ever in the world, and she knows it.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

An almost imperceptible amount of tension leaves Makita's body at the squeeze. It's not much, but it's there.