[ it feels like it's been forever since he's been there and her heart aches; too much has happened, the consequences of being who she is trickling into her friend circle. she's gone and come back, the realities of home sinking in and affecting her life here. no one knows, no one understands what it's like to lose parts of yourself like he does and she turns her face into his chest to hide the tears that begin to fall.
he shouldn't be here, it's selfish to want him back, but she does. that sense of protection, even when he can't, the sundays spent painting, the fearlessness she has when he's there. even the threats toward the people she spends time with - she's missed it all. and only when she's sure she won't break down does she pull back enough to lift her head. to look at him.
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he shouldn't be here, it's selfish to want him back, but she does. that sense of protection, even when he can't, the sundays spent painting, the fearlessness she has when he's there. even the threats toward the people she spends time with - she's missed it all. and only when she's sure she won't break down does she pull back enough to lift her head. to look at him.
no line. both of them, dominants still. ]
We should talk.