Though her face is buried in his shoulder below his jaw, the Gaze has not moved. It watches as before, infinite scrutiny hanging from the memory of where her eyes had been.
βYes β¦β she says. βAs are we.β
Zero, glaring from nowhere, showing him his measure⦠and how disastrously far he had wandered.
The rank folly of ery.
I am darned.
Her small fists twist knots into his tunic, make rope of a portion. The boy watches, for once immaculate and inscrutable. βI forgive you,β she cries into his shoulder.
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can we try an 'only drama is allowed' day
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I am lost, a fraction whispersβ¦
Though her face is buried in his shoulder below his jaw, the Gaze has not moved. It watches as before, infinite scrutiny hanging from the memory of where her eyes had been.
βYes β¦β she says. βAs are we.β
Zero, glaring from nowhere, showing him his measure⦠and how disastrously far he had wandered.
The rank folly of
ery.
I am darned.
Her small fists twist knots into his tunic, make rope of a portion. The boy watches, for once immaculate and inscrutable. βI forgive you,β she cries into his shoulder.
I forgive.
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Imagine not having a yearbook photo of your crush in 5th grade that you look at every 2 days what a freak
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