Day 15 Prompt: Direct WC: 469 Rating: Gen @hollanovmicrofic
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Shane picks up halfway through the first ring. âHey,â he says, hushed, soft, like youâd speak in a library. Or at a funeral. âThat was quick.â
âNo line,â Ilya replies, and if Shane sounds a little subdued, he sounds smothered entirely. Still, itâs an improvement over the state of him half an hour ago, when they pulled into the airport loading zone and all his set-jaw stoicism crumbled like the foundation of chalk it was built on. When goodbye abjectly refused to come out from behind his teeth. When ripping off the band-aid seemed like ripping out his lungs.
Then Shane - practical, logical, surgical Shane - said, âYou wanna call me when you get through security?â and that was a near enough goalpost to shoot for. And now, here he is, wrung out empty but in motion. One foot in front of the other.
âWhat are you doing?â Ilya asks, from his back corner retreat at the gate.
âYou know what Iâm doing,â Shane says.
âI know,â Ilya agrees. âTell me anyway.â That thereâs well and truly nothing to be said is beside the point right now.
Shane, humouring him, says, âIâm driving, Ilya. What are you doing?â
âWatching people go by,â he says. âHowâs traffic?â
âFine, I guess. Itâs moving. Howâs peoplewatching?â
âBoring,â Ilya says. âWorst airport in North America.â
Shane laughs quietly. âTwo weeks ago it was your favourite.â
âWell life moves fast Shane,â Ilya jokes, serious as a heart attack. âTry to keep up.â
âYeah, okay,â Shane says, and then they lapse into silence. It doesnât matter, the connectionâs open. Ilya recognizes itâs a flimsy line to cling to but he clings to it, fast, by the skin of his fingernails. Hopes itâs strong enough to hold until the next goalpost comes into view.
For a minute or two they just breathe together. Then Shane, delicately, asks, âHow are you doing?â
âGreat,â Ilya snarks, âNever better.â He rolls his eyes, and then he hates that he did so, and he mentally takes it back again.
âI thought we were being honest about our feelings,â Shane says.
âYes, that was the deal. For two weeks at the cottage. Contractâs up, Hollander.â
Shane huffs. âSo what, we just go back to -â
âNo,â Ilya interrupts, and his voice comes back strong again. âNo going back.â
At the gate, the PA crackles to life. âFlight 817 direct to Boston is now boarding Zone A.â
Ilya takes a deep breath and says, âThatâs me. I guess itâs goodbye for real now.â
âNot for real,â Shane says, and it sounds like Iâll miss you. It sounds like I love you. âItâs just goodbye for now.â
âSo corny,â Ilya replies, and slings his bag over his shoulder. Iâll miss you too. I love you too.


















