Nov. 30th, 2017

chiron_survivor: (one sad tulip)
The afternoon passes slowly, but not slowly enough.

Adia returns to her lab and works through her samples, but her thoughts are elsewhere. With each adjustment of the microscope knob, she has to breathe through the tight knot of nerves twisting her up inside. All the hypothetical conversations running through her head aren’t preparing her for seeing Caspar in the slightest.

What if he doesn’t apologize? What if he does, but it isn’t sincere?

What if he does everything right, and she still can’t forgive him?

She reaches for the tray of ocean water samples and accidentally knocks the whole thing over.

“Dammit!”

Grabbing her windbreaker and the tray (thank goodness nothing broke), she heads down to the beach to refill everything. There are children playing along the shore; a few beachcombers are gathering shells and driftwood. She collects her samples, answers questions about the ocean life. A gust of wind carries off a little girl’s hat and she helps chase after it.

By the time she returns to the lab, she is sandy and windswept, and her hair is a mess.

Caspar is there.
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