#casha

Casha

GENERAL HOSPITAL | April 30, 2024: Casha finally kiss!

Sasha & Cody.

$intotheacid

Faces from the last Commission.  Top is Casha. Bottom is Kevyn.

Caleb has trouble sleeping and turns to look at Yasha in the Dome. Yasha: I don't like sleeping. Caleb: You don't sleep easy? Yasha: I seem to be not very good at it lately. Some nights have been easier, but, uh, I sometimes, uh, don't like to go sleep and possibly dream, you know? Caleb: You've not been yourself for a while. Yasha: Yeah. I guess I'm trying to figure out what that is right now. Things just feel, uh, a little weird. But I'm getting through it. Caleb: It's fresh. Yasha: Yeah. Um, I-I hope I'm not being too, uh... forward in asking you this, but, um... how do you deal with it? Caleb: Is it that obvious? Yasha: I guess from someone who knows. I've only heard things about... your past. But we don't have to talk about it--I just-- Caleb: Nott? Yasha: Yeeeaaahhhh I don't remember, actually. Caleb: Nott. Sometimes I feel like two people. I am better with them. And one of me is--my thing is old. So I guess I'm accustomed to it. I thought that we were similiar when we first met. It's not just--it's not just Obann. You have blood in your eye. Yasha: Yeah. Caleb: Um... I'm sorry. Yasha: Why are you sorry? Caleb: I see, uh, hesitation and regret in you. And it is like a mirror. I know regret, and I regret. I regret. And unless my intuition is very off, you know regret. Yasha: So it never goes away? Caleb: No. But, it's easier with people around you. They make you feel more like you. Yasha: I feel a little bit like... the forgiveness is almost harder to deal with. I feel like anger is an emotion that I know how to deal with because that's where I live. But I feel like... with everyone being so nice and accepting I don't know how to handle it. I know I'm not handling it well, but I'm trying. Caleb is spinning a diamond in his hand. Caleb: I don't think we can. But, while we are never going to wash our hands, we can use them to leave something better in the world. Maybe the curtain never rises from our eyes, but what else do we do? You either lose yourself to it and forget, or you do your part. They're pretty-- Caleb looks around at the whole group.  Caleb: They're pretty great. Don't deserve them. Yasha: Do you love her? Caleb: Who? Yasha: I don't need to tell you who. Uh, I'm sorry. I--as someone who has lost someone that they love very much, I know how important it is to say things before it is too late. Caleb: It's too late, Yasha. It's too late. Yasha: Maybe not, I don't know. Caleb reaches out a hand, looks away, pats the top of her hand, then curls up to face the outside of the dome. Yasha stays up watching him.