AUGH, THIS. I love how every time you write them it still feels new.
(cutting through her insides, full force sucker-punch, because that first day, he hadn’t smiled once until he discovered he was dying), "fluttering moths in the back of her mind," how he's stopped moving as if someone is chasing him.
Also, I think this is the bit that a lot of people have been pulling out, but: The baggage (slice in her wrist, Vladimir, the cold fact that when she told him to pull the trigger, she’d meant it) would be waiting when she reluctantly climbed out of this bed, left the comforting shell of this warm sunlit room is really, really great. I love how you've given them, like, this small, sweet reprieve. Like they get to hide out for a little while and take a break. I'm glad they get to have that.
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(cutting through her insides, full force sucker-punch, because that first day, he hadn’t smiled once until he discovered he was dying), "fluttering moths in the back of her mind," how he's stopped moving as if someone is chasing him.
Also, I think this is the bit that a lot of people have been pulling out, but: The baggage (slice in her wrist, Vladimir, the cold fact that when she told him to pull the trigger, she’d meant it) would be waiting when she reluctantly climbed out of this bed, left the comforting shell of this warm sunlit room is really, really great. I love how you've given them, like, this small, sweet reprieve. Like they get to hide out for a little while and take a break. I'm glad they get to have that.