Giants of the Frost
“The water of Hvítahofud Fjord was very still and very dark and very deep, like the calm eye of a stern parent The sky was the color of slate, and periodically a gust of wind and a shower of drops would buffet me. I pulled up my hood and curled my fingers into my gloves and watched the space between the two tall cliffs where the supply boat would eventually appear.
It was just as well that Vidar was gone, I told myself. It was a good thing, because hadn't I come here, to this remote place, to escape from matters of the heart? Wasn't the whole . idea to give myself some breathing space after the twin disasters of Patrick and Adam? In daylight, grey though it was, memories of Vidar grew mysterious. His black eyes and his soft voice in the dark; his refusal to speak of himself; the odd clothes he had been wearing when we first met. He was too enigmatic, simmering with secrets and contradictions and tensions. I needed none of it. I wanted none of it.
Despite all this rationalizing, I had n...ever ached like this for someone before.MoreLess
It was just as well that Vidar was gone, I told myself. It was a good thing, because hadn't I come here, to this remote place, to escape from matters of the heart? Wasn't the whole . idea to give myself some breathing space after the twin disasters of Patrick and Adam? In daylight, grey though it was, memories of Vidar grew mysterious. His black eyes and his soft voice in the dark; his refusal to speak of himself; the odd clothes he had been wearing when we first met. He was too enigmatic, simmering with secrets and contradictions and tensions. I needed none of it. I wanted none of it.
Despite all this rationalizing, I had n...ever ached like this for someone before.MoreLess
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