why'd she have to stoke the cooling embers in his bombed-out shell of a chest? why'd she have to send him something so precious he'd never even consider deleting it? why'd she have to look so sad, so vulnerable, so impossibly lovely? so inviting he aches to touch her, and he can clearly imagine himself kneeling next to her bed and tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning in for the stupid fucking kiss he's been daydreaming about since he was a goddamned kid?
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why'd she have to go and do a thing like that?
why'd she have to stoke the cooling embers in his bombed-out shell of a chest? why'd she have to send him something so precious he'd never even consider deleting it? why'd she have to look so sad, so vulnerable, so impossibly lovely? so inviting he aches to touch her, and he can clearly imagine himself kneeling next to her bed and tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning in for the stupid fucking kiss he's been daydreaming about since he was a goddamned kid?
a full five minutes of staring later, )
I'm keeping it. You in bed already?