There was that word again: ‘sorry.’ Elyse never quite understood why it was used so often when someone died. What were they sorry for, exactly? Or had it just become such a norm that it came out automatically? Either way, she knew most people didn’t mean harm by it, so she would never think negatively about them for simply using it. You’d just have thought someone would have thought of something more meaningful to say in these types of scenarios.
She pressed her lips together, thinking about his statement. Was it nice to get back? She wasn’t sure yet. “Um, well, that’s yet to be said. These kinds of towns don’t usually change as much as the cities do. You know, one month it could be your favorite restaurant and the next you go to find that it’s a convenience store. I guess it’s nice to come to a place like this. It’s stable, if you enjoy that kind of thing.” That was another thing she wasn’t sure of. How much she enjoyed that stability? The certainty. It wasn’t bad and this was where she grew up so it had a place somewhere inside of her.
“Well, maybe we can discover our way around together?”