Until The Sky Swallows us I will Love You | Night Ten - Antasia
Michael is making tea in our kitchen. He’s tense, and he’s not happy with me. I can tell from across the room. The woman is sitting next to me tries to talk to me, but I can’t tell what she’s saying. Michael apologises for me. The woman doesn’t understand, but she pretends she does. She goes silent, and the room is quiet again. Michael takes my hand to bring me back to reality. I look up at him briefly, and he hands me my tea, kissing my forehead gently. The woman is uncomfortable but he doesn’t care. He sits between us, keeping my hand tightly held in his as he speaks to her. I stare at nothing, and I feel the burning heat of my tea in my hand. But I pick up small parts of the conversation. The woman’s name is Antasia. She heard of us from someone we don’t know, and thinks we can help. Somehow stop things, turn the world back. Michael’s frustration only grows, and I feel him grasp my hand tighter as he listens to her, trying to stay as calm as he can. His face betrays
