She smiles down at him and her eyes that are the color of the sea on a clear day match perfectly.
But only long enough to say, "I'm sorry we didn't play more," and for the scent of flowers and champagne to wash over him, and then it's like a stained glass window being hit with a baseball and they
FrAcTuRE
and she giggles and it cuts into him like knives as she pats his forehead.
"We CaN nOW. FoR a LiTtLe WhIlE LoNgeR!"
It's a promise.
"SoMeTiMeS pRoMiSeS SuCk," she sighs and pats his head again.
"WaNt To HeaR a FuNnY StOrY?"
She may be asking him, or she may be asking the air. It's hard to tell.
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But only long enough to say, "I'm sorry we didn't play more," and for the scent of flowers and champagne to wash over him, and then it's like a stained glass window being hit with a baseball and they
FrAcTuRE
and she giggles and it cuts into him like knives as she pats his forehead.
"We CaN nOW. FoR a LiTtLe WhIlE LoNgeR!"
It's a promise.
"SoMeTiMeS pRoMiSeS SuCk," she sighs and pats his head again.
"WaNt To HeaR a FuNnY StOrY?"
She may be asking him, or she may be asking the air. It's hard to tell.
"EvEn FoR mE. MaYbE eSpEciAlLy HaRd FoR mE."