When Charlotte left, for real and for good, Z shouted and then cried until her eyes were red and puffy and there were thick tracks of mascara trailing down her cheeks. She'd looked like a doll someone had broken, and Tennessee had helped clean her up, trying not to linger as she wiped away her make up. Z reacts like that; Tennessee takes things a little slower.
*sighs* This was absolutely fantastic~ it just had such a soft feel for it and you characterized them both so well.
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*sighs*
This was absolutely fantastic~ it just had such a soft feel for it and you characterized them both so well.
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