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Audrey Parker

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Date: 2018-06-28 11:31 am (UTC)
27yrsandwelldoitallagain: (Help me [hold myself together])
From: [personal profile] 27yrsandwelldoitallagain
The first reaction and the second are so fast they trample each other trying to get to the top, filling her throat, as she looked away from him and back, trying not to flinch at it. The want for him not to say something like that so easily, so simply, because it can't be true. The need for those words to be true even in some smallest percentage. For someone -- for Nathan -- to.

It's almost a frozen traction that holds her. Staring up at him.
Despair and hope and fear and need and disbelief that wanted to believe.

As he repeated himself to that doubt as if it was written clearly on her face. Or because she's negated the last two or there things he's said, and her head tilts to the other side as she shifts, when he starts the sentence about himself. Twice. And then just stops. Just takes it back out. Nevermind. Leaving her uncertain what he might mean, how much. About what. Leaving her further adrift.

But he's looking away, and he's digging in his pocket, like she missed it. Whatever that door was. Whatever it meant. Before she's staring down at a folded piece of he handed her, and trying to pull it all back. "Whose address is this?"
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