Wherever her vision field chooses to lay, emphasis is set only of your presence—of why you'd left. Like the imprints of your tramping footfalls, a burdensome path against grainy sand. Where do they trail to?

Certainly not within her locus. Instead, it's a determined row of exploration. Distant and out to unravel whatever resources overgrown plants proffer.

But, alone? Who made you the next Indiana Jones? She'll be your Short Round then.

Heal the rift slowly, but surely.

A deep breath suffices as her legs' motivation to stride forward.

"Hey!" went incongruous against her laborious steps, shifting the sandy terrain. Feet sunk and muscles strained on a surface alike a thick, vicious liquid—catching up morphed into a test of endurance.

Her hand, though, defied nature's whims—stretched digits grasping your shoulder. "Coming with you," Toni rasped.

Can't get the chance to steady her heart when resoluteness to distance your backside materialized.

Shit, you're still mad. Hard to forgive and forget when she smashed your car.

"Geez, always in such a rush, aren't you?" whilst tailing along, smacking sturdy offshoots that overran both of your views. Prickly to the touch, yet merely a sting unlike your silent treatment. A packing punch to her gut.

"This damn place isn't going anywhere," clicked her tongue. "Or, you know," shrugged she, "neither are we."

Crunching leaves, your sole response, perturb the last threads of her composure. Nerves rattled when her comments achieved a bypassing act through the ears of her former lover. No turn of your heel, no welcoming gesture, nothing to bridge the gap? Zilch?

"Feels like I'm talking to a ghost or some shit," came from her spiteful tongue. A muscle you loved in your mouth, yet words it lashed, "You're selectively mute now? Is that the new trend?" trashed what you two had.

Toni craved more than spectating your head's hind, so, "Or are you just not in the mood because you're taken now?" spewed out for a reaction, a glimpse, anything to prove you're here.