when he sits up the world swims in black before him until objects take grey forms against the half-light from the moon. remembrance no longer has a meaning. he wanders to the place where she sleeps and studies the blurred outline of her face, wondering if he is welcome between the sheets. the arguments tend to mean nothing in the grander scheme of ( Read more... )

alone now, all he could remember from the night was just a ringing in his ears. a subtle tune of something to remorse. something like the feeling he gets when he buries his eyebrows into her shoulder blade; breathing in the collections of smells on her sweater. feeling the warmth of her body next to his body. anything to dull down the feeling of ( Read more... )

They had been watching films for almost five hours on end and his eyes were starting to water. He blinked, realizing that his arm around her had fallen asleep, but he didn't want to move it and disturb her. She was engrossed in the movie, her gaze flickering across the screen, her eyeballs twitching when the camera shot changed. He had spent most ( Read more... )

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