i have taken the creative liberty to make this chapter short, solely because my love for kahili is all consuming and i'm afraid i'll write myself into this chapter if i have to type his name out one more time. i'm doing this for everyone's sake
shit gets a little poetic but bear with me
Kahili doesn't close his eyes, fearing the hazy figure shrouded in darkness and wearing a lei of death that waits beneath his lids. Upon a sea of ashes, the figure greets him familiarly. Grief washes over Kahili in mild waves. The tide is low, but he threatens to be swept under the Maile leaf that floats along the surface and encircles him. It's up to his waist. He reaches out.
"What would we name her?" Valen says.
Kahili's half-lidded gaze follows the sway of his husband's hair. Kahili unpinned it when
