still dancing on my own

Isla tilts her head at that, eyes narrowing a fraction. There's confusion and hurt on her face, and it takes a long few moments before she can find the words for what she wants to say. "You are married," she says softly, as if that might have escaped his memory while he was acting as if she'd left him with nothing but wounds to nurse. "To the love of your life. You have a son." Blinking and running her fingers through her hair, Isla wraps her arms around herself. "How unfair of you," she mumbles, "to act like I could ever think it was nothing. But that's the point - it might not have been nothing, but it could never have been everything. Not like you already have." As for ending things, she can only shake her head. "If you are trying to blame me for your hurt feelings, Remi..." Isla the flesh is weak