We fall out

She whispered into him a dream he'd been replaying the last fifteen years of his increasingly brief and unremarkable life.

All she could do, if only...

And when she didn't walk away he couldn't breathe. when she kept her hend on the nape of his gray neck and left her fingers dug in. when she let him feel the curve of her breast against his arm.

When she told him when. and where. and how.

And shuddered.

So he'd believe it.

So he did.
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