the times they are a changin' (bob dylan); harvey/donna; nc-17; 3,509 words;
3, let it burn or let it smolder away (saints & sinners, bullet for my valentine)
his hand still shakes, her hair curls around his trembling fingertips
sub: what starts in chaos, ends in chaos
important information: a follow up to
the silent night will shatter He knows that she has a way about her that she catches his attention when other women don't, that he's always felt a dire need to look her in the eye when talking to her, that he's always wanted to listen intently when she speaks.