février 13, 2004
everything and nothing.
she came on like a light
everything changed the second she walked through the door, all red hair and stomping boots. he looked away with purpose when she asked if she could put her coat on his chair; he couldn't meet her eye. being polite, he nodded, even as he asked his companion to keep him away from her. "she's trouble," he whispered. "i'll fall in love with her."
nothing changed the second she walked through the door, all cold fingers and trepidation. she had spent weeks in hiding, licking her wounds, and only now felt herself floating towards the surface. but she still hurt. and she still had every defense locked solemnly in place. she had ventured out for the express purpose of imbibing whiskey and pool; she was not there to indulge in the company of anyone except the fellow redhead on her arm.
nothing changed the second she walked through the door, all cold fingers and trepidation. she had spent weeks in hiding, licking her wounds, and only now felt herself floating towards the surface. but she still hurt. and she still had every defense locked solemnly in place. she had ventured out for the express purpose of imbibing whiskey and pool; she was not there to indulge in the company of anyone except the fellow redhead on her arm.
everything changed the second she walked through the door, all smoker's addiction and fresh matches. she shivered audibly on the bar's small porch as the breeze kicked up; she turned her back to the wind and saw him standing there. she smiled, and commented on the cold. he smiled back. by the end of the night, he'd taken her small face in his hands and kissed her like she was the brightest light she'd ever seen.
nothing changed the second she walked through the door, shaking with surprise and harshly contained excitement. she didn't expect him to call. when he did, she told herself that it would just be a drink, that it wasn't going to be anything, that she simply wasn't ready. her resolve wavered when he kissed her again.
in the days and weeks that followed, she found that she didn't know quite what to do. she told him she was skittish, she told him the reasons why. she told him that she had been hurt badly, she told him he was afraid. but he was patient. he was gentle. he held her hand and told her to take her time. he held her close in the night, stretching out one arm for her head to rest on, curling the other hand around the soft expanse of skin beneath her navel. there were flowers and love letters, kisses and whispered promises. she made him happy, for the first time in ages. he made her feel safe, for the first time in years.
it took him six weeks to tell her that he loved her, though he'd known it since the second she walked through the door. it took her twenty seconds to realize she loved him back, even though she took twenty minutes to tell him.
nothing changed the second she walked through the door, shaking with surprise and harshly contained excitement. she didn't expect him to call. when he did, she told herself that it would just be a drink, that it wasn't going to be anything, that she simply wasn't ready. her resolve wavered when he kissed her again.
in the days and weeks that followed, she found that she didn't know quite what to do. she told him she was skittish, she told him the reasons why. she told him that she had been hurt badly, she told him he was afraid. but he was patient. he was gentle. he held her hand and told her to take her time. he held her close in the night, stretching out one arm for her head to rest on, curling the other hand around the soft expanse of skin beneath her navel. there were flowers and love letters, kisses and whispered promises. she made him happy, for the first time in ages. he made her feel safe, for the first time in years.
it took him six weeks to tell her that he loved her, though he'd known it since the second she walked through the door. it took her twenty seconds to realize she loved him back, even though she took twenty minutes to tell him.
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