[He's aware of her pulse. He's aware of the warmth of her. Just as the night before, it seeps into him, becoming his own. She wraps her arms around him and while he's still confused as to what brought this on, his throat feels tight.
She thinks his heart isn't a traiter but he feels rather betrayed by its stillness in the moment.
Her explanation only leaves him with new questions. How did he give her an impression like this? She's aching for him...
Then just like that, she lets go and he's left to grasp at air. Too late, too late.]
Little goose... I... [He glances away, blinks, then looks down.] I don't know if... that's true...
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She thinks his heart isn't a traiter but he feels rather betrayed by its stillness in the moment.
Her explanation only leaves him with new questions. How did he give her an impression like this? She's aching for him...
Then just like that, she lets go and he's left to grasp at air. Too late, too late.]
Little goose... I... [He glances away, blinks, then looks down.] I don't know if... that's true...
But I'm... really glad... you're real too...