[ isn't that how they got into this mess in the first place? trying to do anything and everything for the other? getting so wrapped up that when it came to an end, it felt like the removal of a limb? there time together had been intense and all consuming and it had been good. he'd never felt like that about someone else and, for awhile, he'd thought it could last, be a real, permanent thing.
and then it had ended up and it nearly killed him. he'd shut down for awhile after that, letting only a few people in. time passed and wounds healed but now, here he was, back again and feeling that all too familiar tug of attraction and desire and want and something else. something deeper, something more.
it was still there. he hadn't healed. he'd just buried those feelings to try and keep going.
without thinking too much, marcos finds himself sliding off the couch and down beside her, in front of her, whatever. his knees hit the carpet and he's careful not to jostle his bandaged arm too much but words like that, her words, her face, her everything are too hard to resist. he doesn't touch though.
not yet. ]
You said I ruined your life.
[ there's no accusation but curiosity. a question. if she was still feeling something, wasn't she afraid of that happening again? ]
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and then it had ended up and it nearly killed him. he'd shut down for awhile after that, letting only a few people in. time passed and wounds healed but now, here he was, back again and feeling that all too familiar tug of attraction and desire and want and something else. something deeper, something more.
it was still there. he hadn't healed. he'd just buried those feelings to try and keep going.
without thinking too much, marcos finds himself sliding off the couch and down beside her, in front of her, whatever. his knees hit the carpet and he's careful not to jostle his bandaged arm too much but words like that, her words, her face, her everything are too hard to resist. he doesn't touch though.
not yet. ]
You said I ruined your life.
[ there's no accusation but curiosity. a question. if she was still feeling something, wasn't she afraid of that happening again? ]