Early America

Spoiler

Yeah.

***TIME LAPSE: 2 years***

Will

Arm in a sling, I walk back into Boston with a few others of my battalion that survived. My rifle hangs at my side and my expression remains blank. This might have been where I grew up, but it doesn't feel like home.

Isa

Working, I have bangs that cover my forehead now and my hair has grown to a pure red. My green eyes trace over the papers infront of me and I put them in order before sliding them to my boss in the bank. He smiles at me before tending to a customer and I look at my next one.

Will

I head to the bank with the rest of the crew, hoping to receive the payment promised at the last battle. After suffering everything thrown at us, it wouldn't be right not to get anything. At the front of the line, I take out my papers and set them before the woman before me.

Isa

I glance up at the man before taking his papers, not believing the name on it. It triggers a memory and I hesitate before stamping it and looking at the boss, "Three hundred coins please," I tell him still in my British accent.

He nods and goes to the stacks as I look up at the man again, "It'll be ready in a bit."

Will

Something about the accent is familiar, but I can't place it. I nod and thank her before stepping aside to let my comrade go next, distantly glancing around at everything.

Isa

I get the envelope and slide it to the man when it'd ready before helping the next one.

"Isabel Price, break time," The boss tells me. Sighing of relief, I stand and grab my thinks before moving some hair out of my face and letting my friend Jasmine take my place.

Will

I pause, headed for the door, at mention of the name and glance back at the girl. Remembering how things ended, I swallow and shake my head at myself slightly. I continue out the door and slip the envelope in my worn jacket.

Isa

I run out and passed the guy, my brother reaching for me, waiting for me. I scoop him up before kissing the top of his head and smile, heading home.

Will

I lean against a post, watching her go, before composing myself and heading home. Don't tempt the idea, Will. You've changed. She's changed. This whole godd*mn country's changed.

Isa

I get home and drop him off before heading out again, buttoning my jacket as I walk to the market.

Will

I keep distant as I pass the market, replaying the horror's I've seen in my head.

Isa

I gather some fruit in my basket before getting some fish for my family, smiling lightly.

Will

I bump into someone again, just like two years ago, and apologize all the same, snapping out of my trance for a moment or two.