cat who got the cream

Generation war: our mothers, our fathers

   ❛  Huh? Oh, thanks. I – … – !!  ❜

That’s what he gets for not looking over at her immediately. The second he does, he’s blown away by how fucking beautiful she is, and feels boyish and silly for having not paid attention, biting his nails and zoning out at first.

there’s one of those dazzling million - dollar smiles, ( no, really, she’s probably got it insured. )  she shifts a little closer, playfully making room for this ghost he mentions. still, she doesn’t seem deterred by such a comment. if anything, caroline makes herself a little more comfortable. 

Her coming in had startled him, and he had just been about finally formulate words to say something when she looked up as if on cue and spoke first, looking and sounding very distraught. In the suddenness of the moment, he had not seen her crying — but now he can see it plainly, and the words he had been about to say (“I’m sorry, you can’t be in here”) are immediately discarded.

    ❛  … There’s no need to apologize, miss, you have nothing to be sorry for.  ❜

In a hospital, it is not out of the ordinary to see people crying, nor is it out of the ordinary for those people to want some privacy — but coming in here, he would think, would be a last resort. He wonders what on earth would have happened to send her in here, but the majority of that curiosity is drowned out by concern.

despite the tears that roll down her cheeks , she still looks divine when the light catches her face. somehow, she isn’t even ugly when she cries. it’s probably got something to do with the 90% waterproof ( everything but the mascara ) - 10% non-waterproof makeup combo she’d donned to make this all seem believable. waterproof makeup keeps her looking bright - eyed and rosy - cheeked, while the other smudges without ruining the lot of it. 

there’s a slight laugh, tear - filled to make it seem all the sweeter.