[For Nessa] Confessions and Explanations

[poetic_apostle]

It had been nearly a week since Anthony had walked away from him. A dreary, dull, grey week. He'd spent a lot of time reading, a lot of time thinking, and not a single moment writing. In the past, depression had led to some of his better poems, but now...he didn't want to write. There was nothing worth capturing in his eyes any more

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[loveintriangles]

She had regarded him. She had seen him. She had not asked anything during a whole week. She had wanted to, but waited instead. Patience was her virtue.

Her mouth had not stirred, had not touched the subject. But when he wrapped the notebook in the scarf, she could no longer stay silent. She kneeled down next to him and put a hand on his cheek. "Darling?" She asked.

[poetic_apostle]

Julian had been so absorbed in his task he'd not heard Nessa enter, and he started as she knelt at his side. "Nessa." He gave her a small, sad smile as he pushed the drawer closed.

[loveintriangles]

"Not in the mood to write?" She asked softly, caressing the cheek she was holding. There was something more going on, she could tell, but she didn't rush to ask.

[poetic_apostle]

Julian closed his eyes and swallowed, tilting his head into the touch. "I've lost my inspiration, I'm afraid, dearest," he murmured, knowing that it was past time he tell Nessa what had happened. If he could manage it without choking on the words.