He wonders if it’s been like this for a while. This insecurity is unlike her, and he wonders if this is what she’s been lying awake with whilst he’s been half-asleep in some dream. He sits up on one elbow, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. She sighs, and he can tell it’s not what she wanted to hear. I’d say that was pretty bloody meaningful.” “I just… I’m worried that we’ve wasted it, you know? That we haven’t done anything meaningful in our lives.” A brilliant orange, tempered flame He twirls a strand around his fingers and half expects it to burn. Turning to face her, he finds Bobbi’s hair glows, illuminated from the street lamp outside their bedroom window. “What do you mean?” He asks, unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth. Just the right time for words such as this. The words are spoken quietly into his shoulder, and the vibration of them against his skin wakes him up from that half-dream state he was resting in.
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