Ficlet: ships passing in the night
Oh dear, another depressing Dair post? Hopefully I'm inspired to write something crazy bananapants fluffy soon. Interpret this how you will.
Word Count: 177
Rating: PG
It’s ninety-six days before he sees her again. They run into each other on the street.
It’s ninety-six minutes before his pants are shoved down, her dress is shoved up, and they cling to each other as if it could possibly make up for any heartache.
He doesn’t bother asking what it means because he’s afraid of the answer.
She murmurs an apology, a sincere effort that means nothing at this point.
All he wants to do is pour metaphorical gasoline and set the Upper East Side on fire. But she looks as him and even though he hasn’t forgiven her, he knows he can’t. Her influence on him has been far more substantial than she will ever realize.
She never thought that he would be her weakness. He’s not supposed to be. But then he speaks, and her stomach flutters. When he kisses her, she forgets the world. This is what romance is supposed to be.
It’s actually ninety-seven days before they see each other again, and less than a minute to realize that nothing’s changed.
Word Count: 177
Rating: PG
It’s ninety-six days before he sees her again. They run into each other on the street.
It’s ninety-six minutes before his pants are shoved down, her dress is shoved up, and they cling to each other as if it could possibly make up for any heartache.
He doesn’t bother asking what it means because he’s afraid of the answer.
She murmurs an apology, a sincere effort that means nothing at this point.
All he wants to do is pour metaphorical gasoline and set the Upper East Side on fire. But she looks as him and even though he hasn’t forgiven her, he knows he can’t. Her influence on him has been far more substantial than she will ever realize.
She never thought that he would be her weakness. He’s not supposed to be. But then he speaks, and her stomach flutters. When he kisses her, she forgets the world. This is what romance is supposed to be.
It’s actually ninety-seven days before they see each other again, and less than a minute to realize that nothing’s changed.