The light was dappled as she gazed up through the lacy boughs of her favourite tree. It was the one that Luke had asked her about and never got to show him. Head tilted up, she studied the shapes between the dewdrop shaped leaves that entranced her so much. She had picked this tree on purpose for this spot, but it hadn’t been a conscious one and wasn’t until recently that she realized that this tree, or at least the shape and texture of it was something from a memory.

The simulated light was dimming, a sign it was early evening. She had sent Alex a note a short while ago and came down here early to collect her thoughts. It had just been a simple request to meet if he was free. She directed him to the bench under the tree at the top of The Hill in the Garden.

In her colourful galaxy yoga leggings and an oversized sweater, Faye ran her fingers through her long brown hair and looked over the view of the garden. While you couldn’t see everything up here, it really was a great view. She propped a foot on the edge of the bench and wrapped her arms around her leg, resting her chin on her chin. Much like she had been at the brig, there was a calmness to Faye that surprised even herself. It wasn’t serene. No, that was hardly a synonymous condition with Faye, but it was like so much of her had been cranked down a few notches.

~Faye Calloway