( The last bullet is freed, and Clarice settles back on her heels, brushes the blankets free of shrapnel. Instead of waiting for him to rise, she shifts, stretches out to lay down beside him, focusing on his face, the sweep of his eyelashes. )
I think we've all been through shit, and not just lately. That we've made mistakes and things have happened and there's nothing we can do about it. ( She shifts, pillows her cheek against her palm. The bed had felt massive before, but now it feels close, intimate. ) And there are things we've both said and not said that we shouldn't have. We could wallow in that misery, sure. Or we could just draw a line under it. Move on. Start again.
I like you. ( A thrill goes up her spine when she says the words out loud. ) I want to like you some more.
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( The last bullet is freed, and Clarice settles back on her heels, brushes the blankets free of shrapnel. Instead of waiting for him to rise, she shifts, stretches out to lay down beside him, focusing on his face, the sweep of his eyelashes. )
I think we've all been through shit, and not just lately. That we've made mistakes and things have happened and there's nothing we can do about it. ( She shifts, pillows her cheek against her palm. The bed had felt massive before, but now it feels close, intimate. ) And there are things we've both said and not said that we shouldn't have. We could wallow in that misery, sure. Or we could just draw a line under it. Move on. Start again.
I like you. ( A thrill goes up her spine when she says the words out loud. ) I want to like you some more.