Sometimes I wish your updates were in time when I don't have scheduled flights. I was in the Airbus, in cockpit specifically, buying time after we finished with the inspection, when my phone lit up for an updated wp notification. "Chapter 63: Love, Isla" it said. I decided to skim and skip to the last part— You don't know the amount of restraint I had to put up to keep my composure! I was so eager to consume it slow, so it would hurt me good; let every word seep through the gap of cracks you created yourself from the previous chaos. All in ways I'd beg for more to come. BUT my job requires equanimity and aesthetically pleasing face card. If I gave in to temptation, I'd go blank, lost... Empty. I SWEAR, YOU. ARE. SO. GOOD. AT. SLOW. BURN. I could physically feel a palm gently holding my heart, but squeezing it tightly. Long live, please. Thank you.