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estdeus_innobis2011-11-22 03:19 am
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Delay is the deadliest form of denial.
Monday, May 31
Day 365(!), early afternoon
Out and about on Silk Road
I rolled over this morning to find the bed beside me still warm and Ri pulling her clothes back on and gathering her things. Managed to wake up enough to ask her if she wanted me to walk her home, but she said she’d manage. I would have been glad to do it, too, but I do like my sleep. And she did kiss me before she slipped out.
The raw, inked skin over my heart pulled as I settled back in bed, and everything underneath it pulled as well. I’m doing my best to love the girl, and I guess it's not going too badly if she wants to see me two nights in three. Not doing too badly at anything these days, with my hand healed and both jobs going well. The only thing I’m having a hard time getting out of my head is what the hell I’m going to do about Verdi.
I can’t help walking past the Tavern most days, and so many of them I’ve come close to putting my head in the door. Can’t think she wouldn’t be happy to see me, at least at first, but then what? How the hell do you start talking about blood and lies with someone like her when you’ve got, well, whatever’s between us? Just can’t see how to manage it, or how it could ever come out well in the end.
Most of a month this has been festering in my head. Just can’t put it away. Guess I could maybe run some errands, get something to eat, and then maybe, maybe see if I can’t talk to her. And if it’s the last thing I do, well, at least I don’t have to work tonight.
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Day 365(!), early afternoon
Out and about on Silk Road
I rolled over this morning to find the bed beside me still warm and Ri pulling her clothes back on and gathering her things. Managed to wake up enough to ask her if she wanted me to walk her home, but she said she’d manage. I would have been glad to do it, too, but I do like my sleep. And she did kiss me before she slipped out.
The raw, inked skin over my heart pulled as I settled back in bed, and everything underneath it pulled as well. I’m doing my best to love the girl, and I guess it's not going too badly if she wants to see me two nights in three. Not doing too badly at anything these days, with my hand healed and both jobs going well. The only thing I’m having a hard time getting out of my head is what the hell I’m going to do about Verdi.
I can’t help walking past the Tavern most days, and so many of them I’ve come close to putting my head in the door. Can’t think she wouldn’t be happy to see me, at least at first, but then what? How the hell do you start talking about blood and lies with someone like her when you’ve got, well, whatever’s between us? Just can’t see how to manage it, or how it could ever come out well in the end.
Most of a month this has been festering in my head. Just can’t put it away. Guess I could maybe run some errands, get something to eat, and then maybe, maybe see if I can’t talk to her. And if it’s the last thing I do, well, at least I don’t have to work tonight.
OPEN