Her closed her eyes and the first image that popped into her mind was watching the sun come up over the castle and its hills early in the morning, laying beside Ollie under a tree. The smoke from a cigarette, forgotten in his hand, clouded over the muted sunlight. She'd taken it from him and examined it, braving a puff or two at the conclusion of her test. After the smoke cleared her throat and her lungs stopped burning, she rather liked it, but he'd taken it from her before further testing could happen.
When she blinked the memory away, she was left with a lingering heavy feeling. They had talked so little, yet seemed to have said so much, so much that she could remember with crystal clarity what felt like a lifetime later.
And now, they seemed to be unable to stop words from pouring out, yet they seemed to mean nothing at all.
She meant to walk away. She meant to not give him the time of day. But instead, she found her head moving in his direction.
"Then talk," said Nona, an almost defiant look in her eyes when she met his gaze. They held for just a moment, before she curtly turned her head to the side again.
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