ambrose:
He felt the years that had passed were more than doubled when finally getting to see her again. Would he ever be able to tell his whole story? He had thought about it over time, wishing he had been more open and honest. Una was part of a different world, one that he had never wanted to let go of and now he was back.
“I apologize I didn’t write first to say I was returning. I had to leave home, I mean my homeland, in a hurry.” A smile played at his lips but the rush of feelings from escaping the turmoil of his homeland and the bloody years he wanted to put behind him tore at his thoughts. The awkwardness between them felt like serenity by comparison.
Still thoughtful he said, “I wanted to see you rather than letting my nerves twist into a mess. I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of greeting I would get, but I thought seeing you would be better than calling. You were always my dearest friend and I hope we could continue our friendship… although I’m not sure what to make of your hair.”
In the latter sentence his nervous smile turned into a juvenile grin. Blue was definitely a different color although he was thankful she kept it long. Although his romantic interests in her were part of the past, even with the blue hair he thought she was still stunning.
At his explanation, Una frowned. She might not have had the details on what exactly life in his homeland was like, but when someone had to leave in a hurry, it wasn’t typically for a happy reason. Still, it wouldn’t have been proper to coax the story out of him right then and there; it was only natural that he share it of his own accord, on his own terms. She folded her arms under her chest and shrugged a shoulder. A small smile managed to lift one corner of her mouth.
“I never mentioned the hair, did I?” She raised an eyebrow. “It’s funny, you know--I’ve grown so used to it, I forget how peculiar it is until someone points it out. Of course, I’ve been dying it for nearly a year now, so I suppose that’s to be expected.” A chuckle. So much had changed since she’d met him. There was only so much that could be conveyed through an occasional letter. “I might not look just as you remembered, but I’m still me. I’m still Una.”
Her head bobbed up and to the side, beckoning him. “Come on in. I can’t have you standing out there the whole time--oh. Have you got time? You left your home in a rush, you said...” The crease between her brows furrowed. She studied his face, trying to pick up any clues. “But, well, you’re here now, and you haven’t got any problems here, have you?”
