sometimes i think about the fact that when stratt finally gets ahold of the video diaries, her hair is of course already graying, her skin looser, eyes wiser but much more exhausted.
just like everyone else around her who knew grace.
carl’s hair is gray, there are bags under his eyes. the agents and the engineers have prominent lines on their faces. the diplomats are balding.
but she watches grace. she hears his laugh that doesn’t have the strain that hers does nowadays.
he is as young as the night, as warm as the sun. just as witty as she remembers.
as brave as the day he ran away.
as soft as the day she killed him.
at least i never have to hear you say, “i told you so.”
even though you were right.
so eva watches. again. and again. and again.