Hushed Willows [m] Every song that I've ever loved

I don't think we always get to make that choice, Marina murmured, but her tone was sympathetic. She started back on her path after a moment, beckoning for the man to follow her if he wished. Her silence stretched a few small moments before she added: There's more than one way to be lost.

But maybe you can help me find something, if you're not too busy, Her dark blue eyes found him as she said it, sparkling with a touch of mischief. It was obvious to her that he had nowhere better to be — but her teasing wasn't cruel. Was she not similarly adrift, unaccounted for? Perhaps they could find some solace in pretending otherwise, if only for an evening.