8

I think you were fighting your destiny, and if left alone, maybe you might have even won. But I didn’t know that, and I came along and I sent you on that path and for that, I am truly sorry. I know how it feels, Duke, to be fighting to be the person, that you want to be when everyone is telling you to be someone else. Croatoan thinks that I’m his daughter. I… I look like her, I sound like her… Do you know how easy it would be to just say, “Sure, it’s good to see ya, Dad”, and stop being scared? I am so tired. I’m so tired of fighting my destiny. But I can’t give up, because when I look in the mirror, I only see me. I see the person that I truly am, the only person I want to be. So tell me, Duke. When you look in the mirror, when no one else is around… who… are… you?

4

“ — Actually, it wasn’t, but… you know me. I like a challenge.”

If The Wind Changes

Outside, the wind roars across the waves, churning the water to white foam. The first few snowflakes start to fall, holding their shape as they hit the cold ground.

Inside, the fire softly pops and crackles into the quiet room. Three sets of lungs breathe in the warm air and the scent of each other.

They lie sprawled across the sofa, a tangle of limbs in the warm light of the flames. The lamps that dot the room add just enough light to read by and in the stillness of the evening they are all absorbed in different world’s far away in space or time.

A foot rests on a leg, a hand runs through someone else’s hair. Now and then, one or other of them looks up as they turn a page; occasionally eyes meet in a shared smile.

It feels as though the moment could stretch forever. It almost feels as though it already has.