Malta

[peace_inthe_violence]

This is a fairy tale of blood and bullets
It is the story of three men and three women and a small island between Italy and Africa.
This is a story about tragedy and pain, about healing and hope, but mostly it is about
love.

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[notariver]

"I want to believe that, I really do, because for some reason you all believe that, but I don't know if it's because it's true or because you're all telling the same lie."

She was still mostly sure she'd been abducted by some kind of cult, but none of their reassurances sounded like any cult she'd ever heard of, and there was the part where none of them, including herself, actually stayed dead, and that was the part she was still trying to wrap her head around as much as anything.

[peace_inthe_violence]

"It is a lot to take in, I know. I'm sorry." He flicked his gaze from the tomatoes to her, then back to the tomatoes before she could take it as a threatening gesture. Was he being overly cautious? Probably. Was he going to stop? Probably not.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Nile. I will leave you to your garden unhindered." 'Your' garden. He'd given it to her, no question about it.

Picking his way through the weeds, he gave her a wide berth so as to not accidentally corner her on his way back to the house. The shingles still needed work, but he'd get to it another time.