[She's too caught up in this, too emotionally exhausted, to manage more than that curious noise, turning so they rest face to face, touching at the temple. It's amazing, how close two people can come and still be utter strangers.
She has pictures, too; old photographs of a man he'll never meet. Silent, impossible proof that while love is real, love endures, it isn't perfect. It isn't enough to save a life. Maybe not enough to save a marriage.
But she's done this before, investing herself in something doomed from the start; and even if knowing hurts... Chase has chided her more than once for letting the fear of something ending put her off starting anything. She's only just begun to weigh the risk against the gain, to consider giving in-- now that her chances are tenuous at best. Loss, at least, is a known quantity. If she knows one thing, it's that she'd like to see him smile at her again, with that incredulous warmth.
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
[She's too caught up in this, too emotionally exhausted, to manage more than that curious noise, turning so they rest face to face, touching at the temple. It's amazing, how close two people can come and still be utter strangers.
She has pictures, too; old photographs of a man he'll never meet. Silent, impossible proof that while love is real, love endures, it isn't perfect. It isn't enough to save a life. Maybe not enough to save a marriage.
But she's done this before, investing herself in something doomed from the start; and even if knowing hurts... Chase has chided her more than once for letting the fear of something ending put her off starting anything. She's only just begun to weigh the risk against the gain, to consider giving in-- now that her chances are tenuous at best. Loss, at least, is a known quantity. If she knows one thing, it's that she'd like to see him smile at her again, with that incredulous warmth.
She's never really been well-adjusted.]