[ When the last bullet is gone, John unfolds his arms, rolling his shoulders, feeling his muscles shift and rearrange as they should now. He sighs contently, eyes fluttering closed for a second, before he opens them again when he hears Clarice shift. Suddenly they're close, so close, and John can't do anything but turn onto his side as well, looking into her bright green eyes with fascination.
She makes a lot of sense, and John feels himself wanting to cling to her words, make the most of the world that they have, that they should live in. He can't keep hiding behind excuses. ] Start again. I like that.
[ In some ways, it feels impossible. And in the morning, he might feel differently, but right now? It feels exactly like what they should, and could do. Start again. Forget about biting words and past mistakes. Makes the most of the chance they have.
He blinks, before reaching out, tucking some hair behind her pointy ear, his fingers lingering, tracing the shape of it. ] You're so beautiful.
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She makes a lot of sense, and John feels himself wanting to cling to her words, make the most of the world that they have, that they should live in. He can't keep hiding behind excuses. ] Start again. I like that.
[ In some ways, it feels impossible. And in the morning, he might feel differently, but right now? It feels exactly like what they should, and could do. Start again. Forget about biting words and past mistakes. Makes the most of the chance they have.
He blinks, before reaching out, tucking some hair behind her pointy ear, his fingers lingering, tracing the shape of it. ] You're so beautiful.