❝ 𝙷𝙴𝚈 , 𝙷𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃 . ❞ with her lips slung into a low smile — flickering a bit with hesitation & nerves — & a knot of agitation stuck in her belly , she teeters half in , half out of the battery , holding the door - way open . the space between them is a no man’s land she only toes at , & her skin itches with the discomfort of it , of not knowing her place in his life anymore . of where she can stand . it’s been over two years . something of a vicious cycle now : horizon . the citadel . again & again she is caught between her heart & her head , loyalty & betrayal both — & god , she’d held a gun to shepard – to him . & he the same , & could she have pulled the trigger ?
no . & it doesn’t matter now . she keeps her gaze steady on his shoulder , not ready to catch his eyes & whatever might be in them .
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it’s been —
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body presses into the wall , arms crossed , a rapid increase in the beat of her heart against her ribs .
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how are you ? it feels like forever since we’ve really gotten to … talk , really talk . y’know ? & —
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& how are we ? but she can’t get the words out ,
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a lot’s happened . are you doing okay ?
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