ATOM.

shadowsurrounded.

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          are they ones for peace? have they ever been? it has seemed, over the course of their long lives, that peace was a rarity. clea accepts the feel of his hand in hers with gratitude, tightening her hold once his words reach her ears. every part of her is stock still, and it’s as if what stephen says ignites all nerves in her body, making every extra sensitive and hyper aware. clea closes her eyes, bows her head, and focuses as much on keeping her breathing even as well as anything else. he may not know how much his assurances mean to her, but she knows that there has yet to come a moment where she loves him more than she does now.

           his touch is gone far too soon, and leaves her wanting. clea folds her fingers together, elbows braced against her knees as she takes a moment to think. rose lips roll between pearly teeth before she stands, takes a few steps closer.      stephenyou were the first person who made me feel loved. and i adored you not just for that, but for everything else we had. so when you say you never stopped loving meyou need to know that i never stopped loving you. not once. we’ve both been alive an exceptionally long time, and will likely remain for much longer, and it’s becoming quite clear to me that loving youloving you with every last inch of my soulwill likely stay my one everlasting constant.       with shaky breath she passes both hands over her face, before straightening her spine and steeling her fingers, as though seconds away from prayer.       and what i’ve come to realizeis that i need you. i need you in my life, as a teacher or a husband or a friend; i don’t care. but i am incapable of being without you. no matter what we decide.      

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              her reply left him staring at the blank wood of his desk, the book of the vishanti pushed aside to a different side of the table for a change. he.. listened, aptly and studying every detail down to her tone of voice, but.. his heart still hurt — having spun a story he learned to believe as truth about her not loving him, and her just.. proving him wrong, somehow hurt him more so. if she loved him as much as she says, why did she leave? why did she leave at months at a time..? they could have — could have, the past, not the future.

with this he ran a hand over his face, his scarred limb resting over his mouth as the dark circles below his eyes became ever apparent. he hadn’t slept well at all since their divorce — he was unsure if he ever would, again. her words left him shaken, his eyes cast to the side as he could not will himself to move from the safety that was the distance between them, separated by a desk. he loved her — but he did not get forgive her, he could not — not yet. wordlessly his hand moved to rest upon the top of his desk, expression openly conflicted as he no longer hid himself behind a familiar mask of neutrality. if that’s what drove her away.. he could stop, for her. he would do anything for her, at the drop of a hat; still, to this day, as they are.      the words you speak can only be echoed by my own, clea.     he felt the same as she, and he did not see it within himself to repeat himself.    however..   ”   he sighed,     i need.. time.     to think, to consider, for many things.



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