pray that something picks me up

[thinkmemad]

Harper seemed to be in a trance as she walked towards Owen's house. It was raining cats and dogs and she hadn't even considered taking her car or even an umbrella. Maybe writing the play and dealing with forming the production was getting to her on top of everything else going on in her life

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[o_woeisme]

"Then... You'll stay and that's okay, too," he said, trying not hope that she was okay with that, too.

[thinkmemad]

"How long do you want me to stay?" Harper whispered, her voice quieter each time she spoke.

[o_woeisme]

"... As long as you can bear to."

[thinkmemad]

"Bear?"

[o_woeisme]

Owen shrugged. "I don't want to make you stay if you don't want to."

[thinkmemad]

She watched him again, letting her fingertips trace around his lips. "I'll stay," Harper decided finally.

[o_woeisme]

He tried to hold back a sigh of relief. "Yo- you want to?"

[thinkmemad]

"You'll keep me warm?"