You really think that's possible? ( she certainly doesn't. when she thinks about the future, the short one she's no doubt going to have since Slayers come with an earlier expiration date than everyone else, all she sees is him. all she wants is him. all she's ever wanted has been him. and once upon a time she was what he wanted, too. but somewhere along the way it stopped being what he wants, and what she wants no longer matters to him. at least that's how it feels.
her name off his lips breaks her out of her thoughts. and though she lowers his hand from her lips, she laces her fingers with his, holding him to her. but she knows she should let go. pull way from him and keep a respectful distance. especially in a city like this, where the road they can't venture down is always just around the corner with some event or party or disaster.
all she can muster up is, ) I should probably go. ( but she makes no move to. she can't. her feet are rooted to the spot and her eyes drift to their hands and she squeezes tighter. afraid if she lets him go that whatever this is between them will break and they'll be right back to where they were when he'd first arrived; angry and bitter and avoiding one another. )
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her name off his lips breaks her out of her thoughts. and though she lowers his hand from her lips, she laces her fingers with his, holding him to her. but she knows she should let go. pull way from him and keep a respectful distance. especially in a city like this, where the road they can't venture down is always just around the corner with some event or party or disaster.
all she can muster up is, ) I should probably go. ( but she makes no move to. she can't. her feet are rooted to the spot and her eyes drift to their hands and she squeezes tighter. afraid if she lets him go that whatever this is between them will break and they'll be right back to where they were when he'd first arrived; angry and bitter and avoiding one another. )