deep as the river runs, warm as the morning sun
8:31 PM
"How to...?"
He reaches out to her instinctively, without thinking. She's a bit more aware and draws back - and dies a little inside when she sees the look in his eye as he realizes what he's doing.
He begins to mouth something (an explanation? an apology?) but he doesn't even get the first syllable out.
She smiles. Meekly, unlike the bouts of loud laughter that they're used to having between them. It's really the only thing she can do.
He smiles back.
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Please, remember me.
