Flash
I brave a glance across the table.
He’s meticulously studying a spot in front of his folded hands, but he senses my gaze.
Eyes lift, and lock with mine for an eternal millisecond.
For an instant, I see a softness, a tenderness.
Things seem almost as they were.
But then a darkness boils to the surface, and his eyes become cold.
Hard.
A flash of something like anger or betrayal dances through brown.
He tears his eyes from mine, and I know that everything has changed as surely as I know the name of the flash I just saw.
Kanan.
The End
