[Her heart flutters feebly, a brief sunspot of hope stirring at the mention of meeting again, stretching across states and time for one brief, shining moment of bliss—imagine them, being able to stroll along the boardwalk arm in arm, or sharing coffee and sweet tea at an open café in the warm spring sunlight, or exchanging kisses as innocently as any untroubled couple might.
Yet just as quickly, the illusion is filled with cracks and flaws, the thin veneer of the fantasy as flimsy and fragile as silk thread. No city will feel as comfortable or welcoming as this little hotel room, not while she still wears a diamond upon her finger and a bruise upon her skin, not while he still remains an enigma to her.]
If it's not terribly forward—
[She nods meekly, her eyes bright with tears, a telltale dampness having clung to her lashes. She presses drowsily into the secure warmth of his arms, and just when it seems as if the silence will stretch on into an eternity, she drawls out in a hesitant, but quite serious tone:]
May I have a good bye?
[Let him take it as he will, let him devise the meaning behind her words. What-ever he may give as a departing gift, she wants, so desperately, some sweet ending to the night. She smiles as if holding together the fragments of her heart, to prevent it from breaking.]
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Yet just as quickly, the illusion is filled with cracks and flaws, the thin veneer of the fantasy as flimsy and fragile as silk thread. No city will feel as comfortable or welcoming as this little hotel room, not while she still wears a diamond upon her finger and a bruise upon her skin, not while he still remains an enigma to her.]
If it's not terribly forward—
[She nods meekly, her eyes bright with tears, a telltale dampness having clung to her lashes. She presses drowsily into the secure warmth of his arms, and just when it seems as if the silence will stretch on into an eternity, she drawls out in a hesitant, but quite serious tone:]
May I have a good bye?
[Let him take it as he will, let him devise the meaning behind her words. What-ever he may give as a departing gift, she wants, so desperately, some sweet ending to the night. She smiles as if holding together the fragments of her heart, to prevent it from breaking.]