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She sits in the middle.
Not the focus of attention; she’s quiet. Just in the middle. Where she can watch. And hear. She laughs when the others are funny. She nods in response to their words. Her face doesn’t change much; maybe a small frown. Or a raised eyebrow.
Only she knows what she is thinking.
I sit beside her and don’t speak. I don’t have to. I don’t want to. I’ll know if she wants conversation; she’ll start it. I catch her eye—today pale blue, yesterday darker. Tomorr
Not My Memory of ChoiceMy heart is pounding I don’t how I got myself here It wasn’t a conscious decision I just said I’d come with youNot My Memory of Choice
I now, I admit to myself my fear Not of you; you don’t scare me I’m afraid of my two opposing sides Of the side of me I didn’t know
You’re gazing out the window, smoking I can’t tell if you care that I’m here You do turn then, and return my glance A smile; you reach to brush my cheek
The touch so soft and simple I nod and lean into your hand You lean toward me, holdin
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"My devil dances with his demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over." (Dexter, 1x12)
"Feelings are overrated, if you ask me."
"Beats being an angel."
(Supernatural, 4x10)
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"My devil dances with his demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over." (Dexter, 1x12)
"Feelings are overrated, if you ask me."
"Beats being an angel."
(Supernatural, 4x10)
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