17 October 2010 @ 10:15 am
[Isaac is standing out in the middle of nowhere, hugging.....nothing. But the nothing seems to be a tad shorter than he is, and apparently, he has his head nestled into it's shoulder. There's a tension right through his body - he's trying not to cry.]

I...I missed you so much, Mum...I still have your catch beads!

[He 'lets go' for a heartbeat, to pull a small string of beads out of his pocket, but he looks up, and the expression that appears on his face could redefine 'heartbroken']

Mum? Where did you...


oh.