ending
I did this last year when I finished NaNo, I don't know why I didn't this year, but, here is the closing of "Being". It's kind of sappy but I'll fix it in time.
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“Cam?”
“Yeah?” he asked again, this time so close to the edge of sleep he could taste it. She curled her hand against his waist.
She held her breath. “Nothing.” She touched his nose and his lips, down to his chin. He had been so good to her, holding her together, putting her pieces back in place when one or two or five would fall and go missing. And she knew in that instant that she wouldn’t be able to function without him again.
The window was cracked an inch and the smell of snow in the distance crept in, lulling her asleep. The sound of cars on the street and a dog howling on the next property, Cam’s hand on her hip and the feeling of stitched and broken skin healing together.
He lay sleeping next to her.
And loved her.
And she counted the stars on his face, the number of universes in his eyes.
And she saw his soul, tangled and made of sinew like her. Twisted wrought around their necks.
And
She thought;
‘how could I possibly love any other but him?’
- “Untitled 209”, Scout Grey.
.END
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“Cam?”
“Yeah?” he asked again, this time so close to the edge of sleep he could taste it. She curled her hand against his waist.
She held her breath. “Nothing.” She touched his nose and his lips, down to his chin. He had been so good to her, holding her together, putting her pieces back in place when one or two or five would fall and go missing. And she knew in that instant that she wouldn’t be able to function without him again.
The window was cracked an inch and the smell of snow in the distance crept in, lulling her asleep. The sound of cars on the street and a dog howling on the next property, Cam’s hand on her hip and the feeling of stitched and broken skin healing together.
He lay sleeping next to her.
And loved her.
And she counted the stars on his face, the number of universes in his eyes.
And she saw his soul, tangled and made of sinew like her. Twisted wrought around their necks.
And
She thought;
‘how could I possibly love any other but him?’
- “Untitled 209”, Scout Grey.
.END