I found my soul last night. We had gotten mixed up, separated somewhere in Brussels, I think, a few months back. I leveled some pretty serious accusations at him, out there in that biting wind. He just shrugged it off, and admonished me for all the things I hadn’t done on my own. There wasn’t much for me to say about that – we both knew he was right.
I began to ask him some pretty big questions, and relate the old familiar worries that had been nagging at me, chewing wild and eager on the corners of my mind.
As we sat there under the glittering sky, watching Perseus fall apart, he didn’t say much of anything at all. I mean, I guess we’re back together, but not really on speaking terms.