Early America

Isa

A ball again tonight, I get ready after I wrap my arm and head to it, mother and father already there. I run a hand through my hair but don't bother rushing, getting there just in time.

Will

Mother mentions a ball, gets me all nice and proper for it, even though I tell her all I want to do is sleep. Just like before I left, they drag me to the ceremony and show me around as if I'm some prize, making sure to mention that I fought for our town. My stomach knots, the whole thing sickening to me, and I remain expressionless the whole night.

Isa

I sit in the corner like normal, sighing as I see my parents lost in some coversation at a table.

Will

I spot Isabel, but don't go over, following my parents around to appease them.

Isa

I stay where I am, tired, and yawn.

Will

My parents separate from me and leave me standing in the middle of the ballroom. The noise, constant chatter, unsettles me and I soon find myself heading out the door for fresh air.

Isa

I see Will heading for the door and hesitate before following him when he's out.

Will

Once outside, I allow myself to breathe. Shaking my head at myself, I force the sound of cannons firing and shouts of pain out of my head. I close my eyes and run a hand through my hair, leaning against the brick of an alleyway.

Isa

I follow him before leaning beside him, "Hi."

Will

I open my eyes and glance back at her, "Hi. Why aren't you inside?"

Isa

I sigh, "It's too crowded," I tell him.

Will

I nod and look down, not sure what to say.

Isa

I glance at him, "I'm sorry. I was mad; broken, and didn't want to push you away like that."

Will

I nod and play with a frayed part of my coat, "S'in the past. Let's keep it there, please."

Isa

I study him, he doesn't want to get back together? I nod and hesitate before sighing and starting to head to the tavern.