Wheeling Gull Isle fall back into place

the last thing i ever told him was to go.
dinah bit back her own tears, letting the sound of the ocean roar over her before she met him with her own whispered response. the last thing i ever said to him was fuck you.
but there's no use holding onto that, she snivels. it's-- things have changed, for better or for worse. a-and, believe me, i was mad about it too, i still am! but... we can't cling to the past. i think i've been trying to teach myself that. that it's okay to let go.
he knows we love him, ju, she cradles the back of his head with a forepaw. he knows you love him. wherever he is now, he's-- he's safe. he's with God.
she closes her eyes, lets the sound of the waves take her back to bright-eyed, gap-toothed bliss before she lets the memory disappear. but i'm not leaving you. no matter what. i promise, pale blue eyes meet mismatched silver and gold. i promise.